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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Kick Some Ghost Ass

”Until Dawn Gang x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Sex jokes (excuse my bad humor)

Genre: CRACK, Humor

Summary: It’s one thing when trouble finds this gang, but why don’t we take a look at what happens when they go actively looking for trouble. Needless to say, chaos ensues and no one is spared. Some are more affected than others, and some are dead-ass traumatized, but isn’t that just how life is in general?

Requested by my dearest ever - Until Dawn Anon. Hi lovely! I’ve missed writing your requests and I’m really happy to be back, creating another chaotic fic! I’m sorry it has taken me so long to post it but here it finally is - crazy as ever! I hope you enjoy it! Love you to Blackwood Pines and back baby ❤❤❤

I don’t know how I’ve found myself in this situation but I’m not complaining. If I get to do dumb crazy shenanigans with my crew, I’m ready for just about anything. Not to mention I’m no stranger to ghost hunting. I’m that kid that made DIY Ouija boards and took them to cemeteries with their terrified friends. You should’ve seen us leaving after capturing no ghostly activity - my friends relieved as fuck, and me pissed as fuck.

But today, I’m not expecting nor will I be accepting any disappointment. Especially not with Jess swearing on her Chanel purse that she wasn’t making things up when she said she had a haunted house she wanted us to visit. I must say, I appreciate this group’s enthusiasm when it comes to the paranormal. Never have I had someone who catches my vibe on the subject so well, let alone an entire gang all sharing the same opinion as me - that ghosts, demons and poltergeists are so fucking cool. Sure, Emily took a bit of convincing and Jess is not one to give a shit about the other world creatures invisible to the human eye, but something allegedly happened that changed her mind.

Her a-hundred-and-something-year-old great-grandmother passed away recently and though the death itself didn’t shake Jess up as much as it probably should’ve, the events that followed led to this moment right now - the eleven of us pooling out of two minivans that have pulled up to a terrifying looking house in a wooded are of the suburbs. Jess literally gathered us all on an ‘emergency meeting’ in the courtyard of our college just so she could explain the situation in detail - she doesn’t do well with explaining things in general, let alone when she’s hysterical - so we only understood what she was trying to say when she mentioned the word ‘ghost’. That’s when we all started listening more closely, with the exception of Emily, Beth and Sam but the latter two were intrigued despite trying yo hide it. You can only imagine how excited Josh, Chris and I were, Mike and Matt following a close second behind. Ash was a tiny bit more hesitant but Chris convinced her to give in. And just like that, a week later, here we are.

“I gotta ask, did your great-gran own a VHS player? Or a chest in the attic? Bonus points if there’s a creepy, child-sized doll in there.“ Josh asks as he yanks all the equipment he insisted we bring out of the trunk of the minivan.

“Quit fucking around, Josh! This is serious!“ Jess complains from the spot she’s standing in, shivering in the cold autumn breeze.

“Yeah, Josh! VHS players, creepy dolls, that’s all child’s play.“ I scold him as I pull on my jacket, wrapping it around me more tightly, “Shit gets serious when there’s a secret basement.“

“Y/N!“ Jess shrieks in exasperation. Honesty, how am I supposed to NOT bother her when doing the opposite is so much easier and brings more amusement? “You’re not helping!“

“Wasn’t trying to.“ I wink at her, driving her into a new level of fury that almost leads her to chuck her phone at me. If it weren’t such a prized possession of hers, I’m pretty sure she would’ve chucked it with the intention of knocking me dead. I’m lucky she has the aim of a drunk toddler that spun around fifteen times.

“Hey, quit pissing my girlfriend off, will ya?!“ Mike, who is basically halfway inside the trunk of the other van calls out to us.

I roll my eyes but choose to let it slide. However, someone else doesn’t. Emily does a dramatic turn on her heel, turning to face Mike, or at least the only part of him which is visible. You can imagine how hard it is arguing with an ass like THAT. I don’t know how Emily does it but oh well, I guess I do it too, in a way.

“So it’s girlfriend now, huh? No space between the words?“ Oh that smile she’s flashing him, it could make the Devil himself shiver. I find it kinda hot though - it means shit’s about to go down or hit the fan, either way, the rest of us will be entertained.

Mikey boy straightens up, gracing the rest of us by-standers with his dazzling features. Nah, I’m capping. I honestly think Mike is as attractive as I am patient - very little, almost not at all. It’s surprising how him and Jess are now apparently together since I always pegged her to be the superficial type.

“Got a problem with that, Em?“ He asks, eyebrow raising, head tilting to the side. Oh yeah, it’s on now. But, as someone who’s been quite excited to do some ghost hunting, and also as a representative of the peanut gallery formed of the rest of us who find it amusing and annoying, I feel the need to cut it short before it goes where it shouldn’t. I came to see some exorcist shit, not Keeping Up With The Bitter Exs.

“Jess, I sure hope your grandma is a blood-thirsty ghost cause I can think of at least two people I’d serve to her on a silver platter.“ I snatch the keys the blond has been jingling nervously between her fingers and jog up the stairs to the front door.

Ok I maybe overexaggerated the eeriness of the house. It sure wouldn’t sit right with you if you saw it around sunset or at night, especially not if it’s foggy, but a horror movie house it is most certainly isn’t. It’s pristine and well kept, not a single crack in the walls, the only reason it’s unsettling is because: 1) We’ve all seen a few too many horror movies; 2) There’s been reports of ‘ghostly activity’ - as far as Jess is to be trusted.

While I’m surfing through all the keys, checking each and every single one of them on the door because the real key is unmarked, I can’t help but overhear the conversation going on behind me on the porch.

“Can you believe we got all this in a single day and for a discount on top of all?! Whoever says Craigslist sucks isn’t doing it right.“ Chris’ enthusiasm over the deal him and Josh got on the ghost hunting equipment has been what’s keeping a wide grin on his face this whole time. Though I’m proud of my boys for not getting murdered by the Craigslist seller, I must say I hate that I lost the bet we had - I had to pay them each ten bucks if they didn’t get scammed/kidnapped/murdered and I’m now twenty bucks poorer. I’m not saying I value those twenty bucks more than my friends, though my broke ass needs all the bucks it has and all the dollar bills it could get, but Lord knows I hate losing.

“Yeah, and the guy was only mildly sketchy.“ Josh adds just as excitedly and proudly, “To be honest, Cochise and I were probably the scary looking ones in that parking lot.“

A look over my shoulder shows the twins, Sam, Matt and Ash giving the duo skeptical and somewhat disappointing looks and shakes of their heads. I’ll admit, the equipment is in very good condition and it’s the complete set for ghost-hunting, according to BuzzFeed at least. I’m impressed with the purchase - probably had something to do with how scary Chris and Josh actually look. The all-nighters we’ve all been pulling lately have taken a toll on them worst with the dark circles and bags under their hollow eyes, pale faces and brains turned to mush. I know I’d give them a discount to avoid them pulling out meat cleavers on me.

“That’s all fine and dandy guys, but do you know how to work any of this?“ Sam asks, hesitantly lifting the EMF reader and turning it in her hand, analyzing it with a curious gaze.

Josh and Chris exchange a look before the former replies, “Just the cameras and voice recorder, the rest falls on them.” He points a finger at me and laughs, “Though they aren’t able to work something as simple as keys, they are more than qualified to be a ghostbuster.”

“You know, Josh, jokes on you, I can work keys! Jess, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be able to work well with organizing things, hence my problem with these keys.“ I hurl the bunch of keys connected my a scarlet keychain at Josh, “Lemme demonstrate my true skills.“ I hop down the flight of stone stairs and approach the pile of equipment the guys have created smack-dab in the middle of the house’s driveway.

“Oh, I gotta see this!” Mr. Ex-Class-President all but runs over, frowning when we all turn to look at him just as I pick up the spirit box to show off how it works, “Oh that’s what you meant. So you aren’t taking your clothes off?“

Jess and I are alike in one thing - the need we feel to chuck objects at people who piss us off. “You’re girlfriend is, like, right behind you, Munroe. Have some decency!”

“I was gonna enjoy a show as well, but I’m guessing we won’t be getting one.“ The girlfriend in question replies, looking at me quizzically as though that’s gonna convince me into discarding my outfit.

“No, unless you’re a ghost.“ I point the device I’m holding at Mike, “But if your boyfriend here keeps acting up I might turn him into one.“

“That sounds kinda kinky.“ Beth’s comment surprises me. The wink she sends me even more so. “And I kinda like it.“

Ok, ok, ok, hold on.

Flirting with Munroe is one thing, but Beth is a completely different story. I can be threatening Mike with a knife one moment and cracking sex jokes with him over cold beer the next. While Beth actually has the ability to get me flustered and blushing, and my close relationship with her brother doesn’t help. Mother fucker can just whack me upside the head every time he catches me fussing over my silly crush on his sister.

“Ew, you too! Keep it in your pants or at least get a room.“ Emily doesn’t miss a beat when it comes to being herself. She’s truly a garbage bin full of treasure.

“We’d do the latter if SOMEONE could get the door open.” I glare daggers at Josh who is making hopeless attempts at what I was doing earlier - unlocking that damn door.

“I’d be more than happy to come through for you ladies.“ Mike says, getting in a stance of a runner before a race, his body directly opposite the door.

Oh I can’t wait to see where this is going. I SHOULD RECORD IT.

“Mike, it’s still breaking and entering and it’s still against the law even if the person’s dead.“ Sam points out, entering her mother-like mode, ruining the fun and causing me to pout at her. She gives me a look of disappointment - one worse than I’ve ever seen on my parents - so I just shut my trap before she can also express said disappointment through words and have me feeling guilty for the rest of the day.

A loud crash suddenly echoes causing us to turn our heads to look for the source of the terrifyingly startling sound. One glance is all it takes to put our minds at ease and a second one is enough to provoke different reactions in all of us - the broken window telling the story of where Josh has disappeared.

“What did I just say about breaking and entering?!“ Sam shouts after him while the vast majority of us are cracking up like hyaenas. Jess is just gaping at the broken window next to the front door in disbelief. She obviously can’t decide whether to join in on the fun or serve as back-up to Sam. Josh did technically damage private property that’s partially hers, but if you ask me it serves her right for not marking her keys.

“Sorry, I was too busy breaking the window to hear that part of the conversation!“ Josh’s apologetic smile appears on the other side of glassless frame. I can’t tell if he’s genuinely sorry or holding back laughter but either way, he looks innocent enough for Sam to let him off the hook as long as he doesn’t cause any more trouble - in which case: tough luck. Chris, Josh and I are nothing if not troublemakers, especially when we’re together. Chris tones it down when Ash’s around, and the same goes for Josh with Sam while I’m simply problematic regardless of who’s watching. My chaos is untamable, it’s a blessing and a curse and I love it, even though it’s landed me in hot water more than once. It’s nice to be around people on the same wavelength - chaos resides within this group and not a single one of us can hide it.

“At least we have a way in now.“ Ash offers Josh a helping hand in this argument after she recovers from the overwhelming fit of laughter. “I hope the broken window doesn’t anger your gran, Jess.“

The blond snaps out of her trance briefly, “No, she was a very sweet lady, but damn is Josh creative!” She hurries to correct herself, “Destructively creative.”

I hurry to correct her once again, “Chaotically creative.”

“Guys, do you mind coming in? It’s very creepy standing here alone!“ Josh calls out to us, looking over his shoulder at the interior of the house, “I’m expecting to be snatched and dragged to that secret basement we mentioned.“

“Mention it one more time and I swear to God-!“ Jess screams, fists tightened.

Before her angry wrath could crash atop us, we all make our way into the house through the broken window, carefully avoiding the shards of glass strewn about. One step inside and we’re met with the upmost of horror clichés - a drop in temperature. We’re all wearing thick hoodies because the weather outside is chilly in and of itself, but said hoodies aren’t as efficient at holding the house’s cold at bay and away from out skin.

Chris and Matt make their way in last, carrying the equipment consisting of three cameras, flashlights for everyone, an EMF reader, a spirit voice box, a voice recorder and a motion detector. I help them hand a light to each group member as well as a ghost-hunting device before we venture onward.

“If I were your grandma’s ghost, I’d be ten times more pissed about that window. It looks to me like that lady payed a lot of attention to keeping things in order.“ Matt comments while he examines the expensive looking painting hanging in the hallway.

I hear Emily scoff, “Unlike some.” but the remark is said so quickly and quietly I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who heard it.

Jess laughs, “She did like things in order, but she was never as strict as you might think. As I said, she was very sweet.“

“So do you just not take after her at all or were you adopted?“ Emily’s remarks are no longer a mumbled jumble of words, “No, nevermind, of course you’re not adopted. Your parents are smart people, they wouldn’t have chosen you if they had the chance.“

Jess laughs again, much more menacingly this time, causing me to exchange a look with Hannah who’s walking beside me. “Twenty bucks says one of them isn’t making it out of here.” It’s just a matter of time, to be honest. If not the lodge, or any party we’ve ever attended as a group, this haunted house is the perfect opportunity for a murder. We could even argue it was a ghost.

Luckily, the two cats clawing at each other’s throats don’t overhear, “No, my parents aren’t stupid, but your boyfriend clearly is. He chooses to date you! Or are you holding him captive or something.“

Ok that’s enough. I can tolerate a lot of things, but people calling one of my best friends stupid is not something I’m about to put up with, “How dare you call one of my hoes stupid?” I sneer at Jess, eyes narrowing.

“I thought I was your hoe too!“ She fights back, looking almost offended.

“Even more reason you shouldn’t have called him that! I don’t tolerate my hoes not respecting each other.“

I don’t get to see where this argument goes because Ashley’s shriek echoes throughout the hallway, stealing mine as well as the attention of everyone else.

“There’s a ghost in here!“ Making it to the doorway of the room she’s in first, I peak my head inside and see the EMF reader she’s holding going nuts as if it’s detected something.

“Don’t worry, Ash, there’s a dead cactus here. That’s not the ghost we’re looking for, is it?“ Chris, my amazingly bright friend says, quirking an eyebrow suggesting that remark was nothing short of dead-ass serious.

“Chris, darling, that’s not how it works. Cactuses are plants.“ I point out as sweetly as I can as to mask my laughter.

“Don’t the same ghostly rules apply?“ The genuine look of confusion he gives me almost makes me lose it.

“Ok children, leave the room, we need to set up a motion detector to be sure.“ Beth says with a tone that suggests she’s more than over our insanity. Jeez, count on her and Sam to start parenting us through our chaos. They are of high authority, must admit - one genuinely feels bad if they don’t comply to whatever these two girls demand.

We all pile out in the hallway while the twins set up this interesting motion detector with green dots. I don’t know what Jess’ granny looked like, but I bet that even the most unattractive of people would look hella good with this lighting. Thankfully the room is dark enough with the shutters closed and the curtains drawn, allowing the dots to be perfectly visible.

We stare at the minimalistic room littered with fluorescent green dots on every surface for maybe a minute or two but not much happens to the disappointment to some and relief to others. However, as if not wanting to let us down, the ghost makes a shy appearance if the shift of the green dots is anything to go by.

“Oh shit, is that a ghost?“ Chris whispers, sounding as amazed as I feel in this moment.

“It better be.“ I mutter in response, refusing to blink and risk missing anything important.

The sudden presence of the obnoxious noise of the spirit voice box makes us all jump. As I turn my head to glare at whoever’s using it, Josh speaks up. “Are you an attractive ghost?”

“Josh, that’s my great-grandmother, you ass!“ Jess barks with disgust in her voice.

In the meantime, I catch glimpse of Mike rolling up his sleeves. Oh shit, this ain’t good.

“I’ve been waiting for this!“ He shouts victoriously, cracking his knuckles.

Knowing this won’t end well, the first thing I do is snatch the camera from Chris’ hands and turn it on.

“Um, Mike, what do you mean?“ Sam’s back to being concerned, turning to the rest of us when Mike doesn’t give her a response, “What’s he gonna do?“

“Fight it.“ I answer as though it’s the most normal thing to ever have been done, “Or, ash he calls it - kick some ghost ass.“

“A freaking ghost?! He’s gonna try to tussle with something he can’t see?“ I can’t tell if Matt’s tone is disbelief, amusement or disappointment, but I believe he isn’t about to try and stop or dear ex-president in his pursuit and that’s all that matters. I ain’t about to let someone stop whatever’s about to go down from going down.

“That’s still my great-grandmother, you dumbass!“ Jess shrieks with something alike terror.

“Don’t worry Jess, I’m sure she’ll go easy on him.“ I say in an attempt to reassure her but I can’t even be bothered really, I’m too laser-focused on the circus that’s about to take place in front of me.

Mike, as if encouraged by my words, charges into the room. Much to his dismay, before he could even reach the ghost, he’s met with a much more vigorous enemy - the carpet. The rascal trips him up and Mr. Munroe falls flat on his face.

The group stays silent, looking at the glorious aftermath of the glorious fall. Told ya these lights could make everything fabulous. Must say, it’s truly an honor for me to have been able to catch all that on tape.

“10/10, would ghost-hunt with Mikey Munroe again.“

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abybweisse · 6 years ago

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LONG VENT POST: Family issues, part 1 of ?

So, a bit ago I said I’m not as active right now, due to family issues. I didn’t want to fill the thread of that post with all the long, sordid details.

Right now I’m trying to get my mother into an “assisted living and memory care” community (nursing home, basically) and doing everything I can to stop her credit union accounts from hemorrhaging from all her incompetence (she’s been scammed a bunch and generally taken advantage of).

Yesterday’s biggest takeaway was the discovery of numerous scams she fell for over the past few years... plus three months worth of fraudulent Uber and Uber Eats charges... and the fact that she pays about $550/mo on car insurance but the last couple times (at least, maybe more) she got collision repairs done? She didn’t file claims and pay a $500 deductible. No, she paid in full, out of pocket. Out $7k instead of $1k for two repairs in just a few months’ time. How can you pay huge insurance premiums and never notify them when you need collision repairs?!

Found out just recently that about a couple years ago, someone scammed her for an easy $5k. Found out she never deposits the full amount on car payments I send her. She never makes full deposits on the rent a tenant pays her. Instead, she cashes much of them out, and I have no idea what she does with the cash.

She buys stuff in bulk but cannot use most of it before it goes bad, but she refuses to toss out expired foods. Her hoarding tendencies have gotten worse. Even though she tells my sister and I not to send her gifts that would add to the clutter in the house, I found out yesterday she’s been dropping $200-$300 on random stuff from places like TJ Maxx and Tuesday Morning just because they made her “happy”. She hasn’t even unpackaged the hanging glass butterflies or other things. I told her she can take them to the “home”....

She’s wrecked two brand new Priuses (about $30k each, each paid up front/in full with inheritance money from my dad, who died five years ago) within about two years’ time. The first was “totaled”, but I have yet to verify whether she ever opened a claim to get money for it. This one hasn’t been officially declared totaled or repairable. I had to file the claim on it on her behalf. For all I know, the $550/mo premium might be on both cars. I’ll know for sure soon. If she’s been paying insurance on a car that was “totaled” two years ago instead of getting market value of about $22k, I will definitely break down and cry. For at least the 50th time in the past few days. Seriously, if she just found out the previous one couldn’t be fixed and walked away from it without filing a claim and getting the huge payout... and is therefore also still paying for insurance on it? I’ll probably scream, too.

The latest (and last ever) car wreck was last Wednesday. We’ve been telling her for over a year she shouldn’t be driving. Her doctors have told her the same for at least 6mo. My sister and I were planning to visit her and take away her keys, but the wreck happened before we could even finalize our travel plans.

This time, she was trying to get to dialysis (she goes three days a week), and she couldn’t use Uber anymore, so she was determined to drive herself. Just before 5 am, she was driving down her own residential street and blacked out (apparently) and hit three parked (and unoccupied) vehicles. Police showed up and she got out of her car and told them she needed a ride to dialysis. One of the officers took her. She can’t recall hitting three cars. Told me she hit a curb and one car. Later told someone else she only hit a curb. I don’t know anything about the curb, but probably. However, I definitely believe the police report that three parked cars were hit badly and had to be towed away, too. After the police spoke to her tenant, they said they’d make things easier for us and revoke her license. Phew.

I convinced dialysis staff (actually, they completely agreed without question) to send her to hospital afterwards instead of letting yet another friend take her home. Good thing, too, because before dialysis was even up that morning, she was in a lot of pain; she had told them earlier she didn’t need to be looked at. Well... no broken bones, no major injuries, and her labs were ok except slightly low potassium. However, a brain scan showed something I already knew just by dealing with her: it showed ischemic changes associated with dementia. Monday of that week, I had called her renal doctor to tell him I worried about her mental health and wondered if it had anything to do with the renal failure. He said he didn’t think so; it’s got to be something else causing the mental decline we are seeing. When I told him she’s still driving sometimes, he became furious and said he’d refer her to get a full dementia evaluation. Well, before he could even get the referral to her, she’d wrecked again. He’s seen her now, but I haven’t heard any updates from him. Mom says she hasn’t done the evaluation (that she knows of), and she heard someone at the hospital mention “dementia”, but she doesn’t recall what they said about it. 😔

I didn’t take photos when I finally saw her car, but I’m going back up to Dallas tomorrow and staying in a Motel 6 overnight (with my dog) to take care of as much financial matters for her as I can in these next two days. I’ll get another chance to see the car (to clean out items), so I’ll take pics then. I might not get back to Austin until sometime Wednesday. Not sure about Wednesday yet, but I already requested Monday and Tuesday off from work by email and left a vm with coworkers. I’m about to run out of annual leave because of this. I know I’ll be making many weekend trips coming up until my sister and I have gotten her moved into the nursing facility. And for a while afterwards, too, since we have to clean out the house, put some of her stuff into a storage unit, and sell the house ASAP. Plus, we need to visit often, at least at first, to make sure she’s settled in, isn’t hating it too much, and is being taken care of properly.

It’s a good thing my sister is paying for my hotel charges and has also offered gas money (though I haven’t asked for gas money... yet). This is still way cheaper for her than booking herself flights back and forth between Olympia, WA and Dallas, TX. The more leg work I do on this, the happier my sister is to help with my travel costs. Honestly, she really doesn’t want to come down here until it’s time to move our mom, clean the house, and put it up for sale.

And, since we have so little time to get her affairs in order, we are placing her in the only community my mom and I have toured, so far. I told her if it turns out to not be a good place (at all) once she moves in, we can keep looking at others (while she still lives at that one) and move her again. But, honestly, this place does seem nice enough, and none of these places are perfect. Plus, it’s right next to the hospital where she always goes... the one where her doctors are associates. I joked that if they needed to send her to the hospital, they could put her on a gurney and wheel her down the street. She laughed at that and said the location is perfect.

Sigh. She’s being compliant and has even said thanks for us (her two daughters) stepping up to help her and get things taken care of. We were afraid she would refuse to leave her house of almost 40years. She’s not even batting an eye at us deciding to sell the house to make sure she can afford the rent and services (the suites at the community are rented out like apartments, but with three meals a day and unlimited snacks, weekly cleaning service, weekly laundry service, landline phone, cable, and internet included. We will have to pay more for “memory care” and probably for medical transport they provide (unless that’s included, too), plus whatever else. She might take her cat with her, or she might leave him with a friend of the family. But it’s a one-time, non-refundable fee of $500 if she keeps him. I kind of hope she gives him up, and they just bring him along on visits to her. She would have trouble taking care of him.

She’s never shown me her finances before. We had no idea how bad (completely uncontrolled) her spending was. It was probably bad enough before our dad died, but afterwards, she started going downhill fast. Now she’s in renal failure and requires dialysis three days a week. She’s recently lost an unhealthy amount of weight in a very short time, apparently because she can’t remember to eat and sometimes she’s too disoriented to get up. She can’t cook anymore, and she’s hardly done cleaning chores since she had kids (that’s what us kids were for: housework). So she’s a money-wasting hoarder in a house full of dirty dishes, dirty clothes, clutter everywhere, and $100’s — maybe $1000 worth — of groceries she can’t get through but won’t throw out when they go bad. And she won’t let anyone else touch them while she’s still living there.

I have so much to do the next couple days, I had to write a list of each thing I need to look into and take care of before I return home. I still have some stuff to get ready for the trip, so this is the end of the first vent post.

I hope I get more sleep tonight than I have the past week....

#off topic #PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG #will reblog to off topic #might delete later #venting #family problems #dementia #assisted living #nursing home #memory care #long post #personal post

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catflowerqueen · 5 years ago

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Oh, how about what Armaldo did to make him an outlaw? o/

What Armaldo did to make him an outlaw:

The short answer is that he was tricked into stealing someone’s private property, and then when he realized that he’d been tricked he lost the items in the ensuing confrontation with the person who tricked him, and then he was too terrified to just go and fess up about what happened and ended up running instead. Which honestly might have actually saved his life at that point, considering who he inadvertently stole from and what exactly he stole in the first place.

As for the longer version…

(Incoming spoilers, subject to change)

A little bit of backstory is probably in order. We alreadyknow from canon that Armaldo was apparently a seasoned explorer before he becamean outlaw. My version of him actually takes things a step further—before he wasan official explorer, he was a member of a rescue team. I might detail a bitmore about the differences between the two in a later post, if you or anyoneelse is interested—because the two can be seen as very similar—but the maindifference really comes down to the name: Rescue teams rescue while Explorationteams explore. If a rescue team gets a mission involving an outlaw, it willeither be because someone currently being menaced by said outlaw sent out arequest to be rescued, or the outlaw themselves got into such deep trouble thatthey would gladly spend the rest of their life in prison if it meant that theyactually got to keep having a life. Other requests are likewise because someoneis literally in need of a rescue/their friend needs to be rescued/they need anitem of some sort in order for survival (or perhaps something a little lessdire, but it’s nonetheless an item that they need). Exploration teams, on theother hand, are already supposed to be going everywhere and exploring everythingthat they can, so it makes sense that if they just so happen to find an outlawin the area that they’re in that they somehow be deputized in order to takethem down and bring them in for arrest. And actually going out looking just forthe purposes of finding an outlaw still falls under the category of lookingaround and exploring, so… yeah

Another important distinction is that Rescue teams are alwaysgoing to be under a time constraint—someone is in trouble, they need to help asquickly as possible, they can’t be quite as discerning in what sorts ofmissions they take, and they can’t stop and smell the roses or take time tolook around and map their surroundings too much beyond what it would take tomake sure that they can get places safely. But Exploration teams are encouragedto take their time and look around, since the whole point is exploring. And,sure, sometimes specific missions they take will require them to stay within aspecific time limit, but that isn’t supposed to be their norm.

Armaldo found that he liked the journey, as it were, morethan the destination, so after a few years as a rescuer, he switched over tobecoming an explorer.

The problem is, he did not have as much oversight as, say,the player and partner did when he decided to switch. There aren’t reallyspecific rules that one has to join a guild or anything when they become anexplorer, and I don’t think that it’s strictly even legally necessary toofficially register with the Exploration Federation. It just means that theywill be basically on their own, and they won’t get any help from theFederation, and they won’t necessarily have access to official jobs—like theones that get posted on the bulletin boards. They still might, but it wouldlikely be limited and dependent on where exactly they are getting them.

After all, the main draw of actually joining the WigglytuffGuild came down to protection and training while they were starting out—a goodway to play things safe. But I highly doubt that Team Skull would have joined aguild—they wouldn’t want to cut into their profits, after all, and they wereprobably pushing it a bit in that regards to stay legally registered with theFederation, since they probably take their share as well—we just never see howmuch because the guild likely took care of the actual accounting and whatnotsince they were already taking a cut of the reward money.

But Armaldo was already used to being on his own in dangeroussituations, what with all the years as a rescuer under his belt, so he didn’tbother to join a guild. And he may or may not have actually signed up with theFederation, either—he already had a bag, after all, and he may not have beeninterested in the “taking jobs/missions” aspect of exploration teams, since,again, that’s really more of a side thing than the main point. Also, it’s notlike he could have joined the Wigglytuff Guild or anything since it obviouslydidn’t exist yet.

So there you have Armaldo, doing his thing, exploring around…likely losing a bit of his enjoyment for the whole situation along the way(evidenced by some of the things he says to Igglybuff at the end of the specialepisode—in part because he’s all on his own now, since he doesn’t have theFederation or the Rescue Team equivalent available to help out at all—and—this isthe important part—no real knowledge of how official missions are handed outand vetted in regards to Exploration teams. In other words—a prime target for ascam.

So when one day a ditto comes along with the story of howsome pokemon was taking advantage of his status as a rarity to bully others andtake their things, and how something really important of theirs got taken, andhow they would be really glad if someone could go and get it back, they wouldhappily reward the pokemon who helped them out… Armaldo had no way of knowingit was a trick. How would he? No one would ever lie on their requests, since itwas literally a matter of life and death, so he wouldn’t even conceive of thepossibility that someone would lie on an exploration request either. And,again, the request didn’t go through official channels, so he would have noidea that exploration requests—especially ones regarding outlaw situations—wouldbe vetted first. And he’d been around long enough to know that it was entirelyplausible that someone would abuse their status, because people and pokemon canbe major jerks sometimes. He was already bitter and jaded enough by life ingeneral—especially once the allure of exploring started to wear off with thereality of what it really entailed when one was all on their own—so he prettymuch just ignored how sketchy the whole situation sounded, and only asked forthe barest of details of what he was supposed to go and retrieve.

This would come back to bite him later. Hard, and multipletimes.

What did he need to find? A set of two intricately carvedand beautifully painted stone keys, apparently. And who took them? A celebi,apparently. Rare enough on its own, sure, but apparently this one feltextra-entitled because he was some weird form of shiny whose condition onlyaffected his eyes. He may have been green like a normal celebi, rather thanpink like a shiny, but his eyes were this really interesting gold color.

You read that right: Armaldo ended up stealing from Mason.

Of course, Armaldo wasn’t totally stupid—if he’d been told thathe had to fight the legendary, he would have backed off. But Ditto specifiedthat he just had to get the keys “back.” They didn’t want “justice” oranything, they didn’t want to press charges for “theft,” they just wanted thosekeys “back.”

So, Armaldo went and stole the keys. He was mostlysuccessful—he didn’t end up having to fight, at any rate, which would have endedpoorly—but he didn’t get away quite Scott-free, as Mason was able to catchenough of a glimpse of him in order to identify him—and/or he got one thehumans he knew to try and have a Dimensional Scream in the area in order tofigure out what happened.

At first, Armaldo didn’t really care about the fact that he’dbeen spotted—still under the impression that Mason was the original thief, hefigured that nothing would happen and Mason wouldn’t go to the authorities oranything because that would mean that he would have to admit to the theft inthe first place. But by the time he figured out he’d been lied to… by the timehe lost the keys and could no longer return them, even though he had managed tokeep them out of the hands of the liar… well.

To his credit, he did seriously consider going and turninghimself in when he first lost the items—because he figured that would net himsome leniency, and that they might actually be able to help him find them andreturn them to their rightful owner—but then he actually saw just how seriousthe situation was. Mason was absolutely furious. Apoplectically furious, even,and switching between the anger and anguish in equal terms. And that thingabout bias when it came to rarity? Well it was sure working just the wayArmaldo thought it would, since law enforcement seemed to be taking thingsextra-seriously in this instance (though possibly not quite as seriously asArmaldo thought—yeah, there definitely was a bit of heightened security andbias in Mason’s favor, but a lot of those extra “officers” were actually someof Relatia’s worshippers from the pokemon world who had come out of hiding inorder to search for the keys). So Armaldo was pretty justifiably terrifiedabout the prospect of getting caught, and decided to head for the hills instead—eventuallyending up in Murky Cave, years later, where he would meet an Igglybuff andchange his life forever.

Honestly, probably the worst aspect of the consequencesArmaldo eventually faced after he was finally caught was having to face Mason againand explain what happened. Mason didn’t hurt him—it would be stupid to with lawenforcement right there, for one. But the main reason is that he found out thatthe keys were pretty much lost for good since Armaldo didn’t have them and didn’tknow where they’d ended up in the scuffle with the Ditto—aside from “notactually with the Ditto,” of course—Mason was too devastated to do much.And that look of pure anguish and devastation still haunts Armaldo to this day,even after serving his time and making a new start for himself. As does thefrigid glare and declaration that Mason would never, ever forgive him that thecelebi gave before he despondently left for parts more or less unknown.

At this point you may be wondering why, exactly, Mason wasso despondent over the thought of losing this set of keys. Well, there wereactually many reasons:

1. The general “my stuff just got stolen and I’mupset about it” reason

2. One of those keys technically didn’t belong tohim—it was on loan from the Rainbow Child

3. Because of the whole situation with Pupil andthe triplets—which has already been elaborated on in an earlier post—it wasunlikely that he would ever see a Rainbow Child ever again—which meant that hejust lost one of the few physical things he had left to remind him of her.

4. The doors that those keys unlock lead to placeswhich are very important to the Rainbow and Golden Children and hold some veryprecious things—so those, too, were also lost to Mason along with the keys.

5. There are also Time Gears hidden in those places,so good luck getting to those if for some reason the other, less guarded onesare unavailable when Temporal Tower inevitably breaks down.

Granted, he wasn’t necessarily too upset about that last pointsince the keys are only one of the two prerequisites needed to get at those particularTime Gears… but it still wasn’t a good situation and just made the whole thingthat much harder to deal with. Luckily they weren’t actually needed.

So, yeah, it would be rather awkward if Armaldo and Masonwere ever to come in contact again—especially if Laura was also nearby at thetime.

Which of course means that it’s going to happen eventually.

Though to be quite honest, Laura would likely have been muchless upset at the whole situation, and is definitely going to be upset/worriedfor far different reasons once she inevitably finds out about whathappened. Part of that is going to be because the keys will have eventuallybeen found and returned by the time he meets Mason again—though Armaldo isn’tgoing to be the one to recover them—but mainly it will be because she has herown mixed feelings about the location and contents stored behind the door thather key unlocks. She probably won’t be too upset about the actual theft itself—atleast as it pertains to her specific key—because it’s not as if she even had anyuse for it at the time since she wasn’t even in the same world. And,technically speaking, neither she nor Mason are even supposed to visit thoseplaces unless it’s to retrieve a Time Gear—which would really be the main reasonthe situation would have upset her in the first place… or at the least the mainreason which she would have consciously allowed herself to acknowledge—sincethey made promises to each other that they wouldn’t dwell on the other thingsthey hid there. Not that Mason listened, apparently.

Armaldo will be continually confused and relieved by thisattitude in turns. And then will feel horribly guilty again on behalf of bothMason and Laura when he actually finds out what is hidden behind thedoors those keys unlock—since someone is inevitably going to steal them againand blame him for it due to plot reasons, and he will feel compelled to help rightthe wrong and get them back even though no one actually blames him this timesince they know he didn’t do it since Laura was able to exonerate himimmediately because of more plot related reasons. And the guilt is without evenknowing that there are Time Gears there, because that particular bit ofinformation isn’t actually going to be revealed to anyone (outside of Mason andLaura, who obviously already know) until later on in the story, when a particularghost-type and his compatriots make a trip back from the future.

If you’re curious about anything else that was mentionedhere, feel free to ask. The actual keys and their mysteries are particularlyfascinating, especially when it comes to the intricacies of Laura’s feelings onthe matter.

Asks might not get answered right away, though—I really doneed to buckle down and get my actual paper for school finished.

#pokemon mystery dungeon #explorers of sky #rescue team #the world's treasure #fanfiction #writing #spoilers

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threeteentrio · 6 years ago

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BuildABoyfriend; DK

♡ Group/Member: Seventeen; DK

♡ Requested: Not Requested

♡ Author: @joyfuljihao

♡ Notes: This is an idea I’ve had for a while! I was going to post it on my other account, but I thought I’d post it here! I hope you enjoy! // unedited

A small sigh left her lips as she scrolled through her Instagram feed. It was another day of seeing all of her friends and people she knew fill up their timelines with loved-up pictures of their significant others.

She had never felt lonely before, she had never felt like she needed a boyfriend, someone there next to her but recently something in her changed. Even though she knew she didn’t need anyone to make her happy, she was happy with herself, with her friends, but the small seeds of wanting someone next to her started to sprout in her heart.

The idea of someone telling her how much they loved her, how much she meant to them, how they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with her and she wanted the same, to tell someone she loved them, how she wanted to spend the rest of her life with them.

She began to want the late night kisses, the random dates to the forest to explore, the movie nights that would consist of popcorn fights and loving stares. She wanted the romance she read in the novels, the romance she saw in the movies.

But she didn’t want a prince charming, she wanted a loveable dork. Someone who she could laugh with, someone who’s smile would be brighter than the sun. Someone who lit the whole world up with just a single look.

Her friends had told her about the build a boyfriend website before and honestly, she didn’t know if she should believe it or not.

Building a boyfriend? Was that even possible? Could you even build a boyfriend- a human being?

The beep of her phone was what caught her attention and pulled her away from her thoughts. Unlocking it, she clicked on the recent text. It was her best friend.

[5:30pm] Jisoo: Why don’t you just give it a try? It might surprise you x

[5:31pm] (Y/N): I don’t know, what if it’s a scam? X

[5:32pm] Jisoo: If it’s a scam I’ll do whatever I can to help you! Just give it a try, hey, what if I do it too? Then if it’s a scam then we both get scammed haha x

[5:33pm] (Y/N): Haha, no that’s okay, you don’t have to do that! I’ll check the website out x

She locked her phone and placed it down beside her. Picking up her laptop, she pulled up the website, buildaboyfriend, and let out another small sigh. The large blue banner had become familiar to her, she had looked at this website a few times without admitting it to Jisoo or any of her other friends.

She didn’t want to seem desperate or lonely.

Her eyes scanned the website and the large white swirly writing that read ‘Create Your Boyfriend’ blinked on screen. She wondered again how this was even real, how could she build a boyfriend? How could this work?

She hesitated for a moment, before clicking on the writing.

The next page loaded up quickly and a load of questions with boxes for answered appeared. She took her bottom lip in between her teeth and began to read each question.

Q, What do you want your boyfriend to look like?

Q, What you do you want to your boyfriend to act like?

Q, How do you want your relationship with your boyfriend to be?

The questions went on for ages, asking about certain things to the most random things. She thought to herself. She answered each question the best she could.

I don’t care what my future boyfriend looks like, as long as he’s happy and healthy that’s all that matters.

I want him to be funny and to enjoy making people laugh. He’s able to light up a room with just his smile and he can make anyone feel loved and appreciated.

I want us to be happy, I want us to be friends and I want us to feel comfortable with each other. I don’t want either of us to be forced to do things we don’t want to do. Just someone who is loving, respectful and caring. We can make each other laugh and we can make each other feel better when we’re down. I want to be able to care for someone and for someone to care for me too.

She answered all the question and let her mouse grace over the submit button. Taking one deep breath, she clicks the button.

Now all she had to do was wait.

[12:12pm] (Y/N): It’s been a week… I think it’s a scam x

[12:13pm] Jisoo: Hunny! Didn’t you get an email? I thought you said it was going to take about a week anyway??? X

[12:14pm] (Y/N): It said it would take up to five days, it’s been seven…

[12:15pm] (Y/N): Great, I’m sounding desperate now aren’t I?

[12:15pm] Jisoo: No you’re not!! Just give it a few more days, maybe something’s happened and it’s just taking longer for him to find you x

[12:16pm] (Y/N): Okay, if you say so…

[12:16pm] Jisoo: I don’t say so, I know so! X

It had been a few hours since she had sent those texts to Jisoo. The doubt in her mind growing that the buildaboyfriend was just a massive scam and didn’t actually work. She was about to finish making her ramen when there was a knock on the door.

She raised an eyebrow to herself but went to answer the door. Her mouth dropped at the man standing in front of it.

“I’m sorry it took so long to find you, I’m Seokmin”

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osmw1 · 6 years ago

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Poison-Wielding Fugitive Chapter 4

‘However, I have heard not heard of such job as Poison Earth.’

Is that right? I mean, I’ve played a few videogames before, but that’s a job title I’m not familiar with.

‘Aye. To my knowledge, “Earth” is a first job for humans. Once a certain level and conditions are fulfilled, you will advance to a second job.’

So, Earths are first jobs. Might be pretty similar to the jobs that frequently appear in MMOs. Like how you’d go from novice to warrior, mage, priest, or ranger. But the stupid “Poison” bit has really caught my attention.

“Poison” is just poison, right? Besides Spirit Link, other usable skills that I have are Poison Absorption (Weak) and Poison Release. If “Earth” means “human” in this world, then what am I? A poisonous person? Why the hell poison? What, am I toxic or something? I’ve never even trolled or griefed before.

‘Aye… perhaps it is due to my influence.’ “What do you mean?”

I inquired Veno. He replied in a slightly troubled tone.

‘It is because I was born a poison-type dragon.’

There are lots of different types of dragons too, huh? It’s not exactly rare to find dragons described as red, blue, white, or black either. In this case, would he be green? It would be quite kinda tricky to put him in a game.

Because I’m linked with him, I’m a poison human… a Poison Earth. Is this an effect of Forced Possession Summoning? Hmm? Hey, didn’t I see you breathe fire and cast lightning?

‘If I had used my most powerful magic, there would be nothing but death for my opponents. It would be more troublesome that way. Rarely do I use poison now.’

Ah. He had been holding back in the fight so that he wouldn’t kill anyone. He would rather let them go rather than to deal them serious damage.

‘The swamp that you fell into was a poisonous swamp. That would be the reason why the girl gave you an antidote, is it not?’

That’s right, isn’t it? It must’ve been because I was in the poison that I was feeling great. Maybe it was actually dangerous though. Who knows.

I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem like a pleasant job class. How do you put it? It just doesn’t seem like it’s very strong and it doesn’t seem like it’ll get stronger either. From what I’ve experienced in JRPGs, poison is never useful in a big battle. Most bosses are resistant or immune to poison, so it never does anything.

‘That is not true. Do not make light of poison.’

That’s only because you’re on the boss monster’s side.

In a JRPG, it’s not very effective on your opponent but super effective on you. That kind of bullshit happens all the time.

‘Aye, then you are wondering what you should do?’

… in a place without computers, there’s not much an SE can do. No, there’s practically nothing I can do. Like I said early, the life I lived was far removed from things like combat or exercise. If you think about it normally, you can’t level up your job unless you actually use its powers.

“Well, not much of a choice but to use my job, huh?”

The problem is how much power does a Poison Earth have. They had to resort to Forced Possession Summoning—an outrageous measure, might I add—to defeat Veno. What if I had picked up some of his powers too? Maybe I could use it to my favour as well. But honestly speaking, in JRPGs, abnormal statuses are usually bad news for the player. But in Western games, that’s not always the case. It depends on the game too, but I’ve completely shutout a last boss before with poison and paralysis.

But who knows which one it is in this alternate world. Might be possible too that neither is true. Whichever it is though, I’ve got to know what a Poison Earth can do in order to survive from now on. To go down the list, Spirit Link is probably a skill related to Veno.

‘Yes, that is perhaps correct. It is most likely that you were forced to learn the skill because of your link with me.’

Can skills be activated by focusing on the desired outcome?

‘Ah, there too exists skills that have to be acquired through proper training.’

Seems like there are learned skills as well. While thinking about nothing in particular, I focused on Spirit Link to try to activate the skill.

… nothing especially seemed to happen.

‘I believe the ability to communicate through our thoughts while linked together is the desired effect of Spirit Link.’

So that means it’s a passive skill. Alright, next up is Poison Absorption (Weak). I try to focus on it, but there weren’t any changes.

‘Certainly, you realize that I was watching when this skill activated.’

What? When was that?

‘It was when you fell into the poisonous swamp and was floating on your back. You seemed to be in great comfort if I am not mistaken.’

… must’ve been right before Arleaf saved me, when I was still half-asleep. It was because of this skill that I felt fantastic, like I was soaking in an onsen. That just doesn’t sit well with me though. I guess it does exactly what it says on the tin and absorbs poison…

Next up is Poison Release. I focus on it and then get the feeling that words lit up.

Swamp Toxin

Some other icon appeared. … guess I’ll just select “confirm”. Two lumps of purple liquid were created in my palms as soon as I did that.

‘Hmm… you are able to attack with the toxins you had absorbed. It would appear that you are able to cast beginner-level poison magic.’

Do I sling this at my opponent? Hmm… might have lucked out getting magical abilities. But I’m not really excited or anything about being able to use magic so easily.

‘Oh, but it is not magic. You will need learn quite difficult spells to cast magic. I shall offer you the chance to learn. First, you have to—’

Veno conveniently draws these charts and formulas in my field of vision, but it doesn’t get through to me. Ugh, it hurts to fuckin’ look at. Show it to me later!

‘Hmm… as one would expect, the translation skill does not activate for matters like this. At a later time, then, I shall simplify it for you so that even you can understand it.’

Though it’s so that I can survive, to so kindly and thoroughly teach me would be a great help… but that’s not the problem.

‘I have time to spare for I am currently merely watching. Would it not be fine for me to kill time this way?’

He has the nerve to be so carefree… I thought it’d be cool to ride a dragon into battle, but right now, it seems like it’s the other way around. Feels like he’s a dragon riding on my shoulders, ordering me what to do.

‘Is there some reason that you should be making fun me?’

I’m having a conversation with dragon in my head who’s nothing but talk.

‘Scoundrel! How dare you ridicule me?’

And that’s why I’m not scared. He gets all thirsty for blood but I don’t see him making a single attack at me. But still, it’d be a pain if he keeps getting pissed off like this. Literally and figuratively.

‘It seems like we have been sidetracked. You were wanting to begin with confirming of what you are capable, correct?’

We’ve pretty much wrapped up with this confirmation, haven’t we? To be frank, I don’t think I have what’s needed to do what Veno wants—defeating a monster and levelling up.

Firstly, I don’t have any weapons or armor. Secondly, food. Moreover, I’m feeling kinda hungry but I don’t have any of this world’s currency. How the hell am I supposed to live like this?

… speaking of money, Arleaf told me to go to the town hall. There might be a way to earn money there.

‘Aye. If it is like how it is in the past, there is a chance that something like a bulletin board with methods of acquiring money existing. You should try going there. Perhaps it is that building.’

With that said, we left the square and headed towards the rather large building that looks different than the houses around it. The building is deserted, but there’s a bulletin board by the entrance. I’ll just check it out first.

Though I’ve never seen this writing before, it’s translated in a way so that even I understand. No, maybe it would be more accurate to say the meaning gets transmitted into my head. However the translation may work, I can assume it’s thanks to Veno that it does. It would be absolutely tragic if I came to this world and didn’t understand anything said or written. It’s easy to see if you think of the situation when I was saved by Arleaf.

After being spoken to in a language I’ve never heard before, I was fed some mysterious medicine. Then she was pointing and gesturing, somehow trying to figure out my condition. Even with all that said and done, I get to the village and kept hearing a dragon’s voice in my head. … yup. If you think of it like that, you could say I’ve been blessed.

‘You brood upon strange thoughts. Well, at least you are giving me thanks.’

Oh, think about it the other way. Imagine if the Forced Possession Summoning transferred your magic to me too.

‘What?! To have my feats and prowess stolen by humans?! Take your words back at once!’

Right?! It’s more convenient for me this way!

‘To dare steal my powers is but villainy! Remember that!’

I go to take a gander at the bulletin board while I brush off Veno’s rage. Generally, most of the posts are calls for assistance and trade requests. I wonder if there’s a specific time to post. It doesn’t seem like you can just stick a note up whenever you want. Oh, there’s a request with a recommended level for adventurers.

Defeat tiger plants growing in the plains Recommended: four or more party members; basic job lv 20 or higher

There are a few posts like that printed on the board. However, for a lv 1 novice like me, it’s not a job that I can handle.

‘About that commission you are currently reading, it seems like the reason why no one has accepted it is because the reward is not befitting the work.’

Half of this stuff is pretty simple to understand, but it’s mixed in with requests that seem closer to scams It’s not too much different than back home, huh? Hell, this town hall is less of an adventurers’ guild and more of a public employment service center. Like, this is all day labor work postings.

Guildhalls in tabletop RPGs and videogames are always so grand and full of adventurous spirit, but right now, the romance is withering away in front of me. Is it really like this in reality? Or is it only because this village is so dead that this place looks shabby?

… I feel like this’ll have do since I’m pressed for time. But usually I’ll need to present a license or something for this.

‘Are you perhaps speaking of adventurer registration? That is performed at the church. You will also need to be put through something called a baptism.’

At the church?

‘If possible, I suggest you to avoid using the church. They pose quite a danger.’

Yeah, I hear religions can be dangerous sometimes. Is it because the guys who tried to kill you were from the church?

‘They were crusaders of a chivalric order sent by the kingdom. They’re related to the church, I suppose.’

I see. That’s what he means by dangerous.

‘About the jobs on the bulletin board… I suggest the request that is by your right-hand.’

I read the writing on the request that Veno suggested.

Harvest marphina Recommended: poison-curing magic; lv 25 or higher

It seems like I would be rewarded for each gram of marphina collected. The requester is this village’s tool dealer and apothecary. It says harvest, so it’s a plant, right? But since I’m not at the recommended level yet, wouldn’t this be really tough for me?

‘What are you saying? If my memory serves me right, this plant grows in the poisonous swamp that—as if falling in were not enough already—you were swimming in? You are able to absorb poison, correct?’

Ah. I just have to go back the way Arleaf showed me, eh? What’s more, I don’t even need any purification magic, thanks to my Poison Absorption (Weak). Normally one would need an antidote, but it might not be worth it to use one just to do this request. This request would only be worth it for those who can cast magic that cures poison—that way, it would cost nothing.

The recommended level of 25 might indicate how difficult it is. Maybe you can only cure the poison at that level. In any case, Poison Absorption (Weak) can likely handle it somehow.

This might just turn out to be an easy job. I wonder if Arleaf harvests like this too.

previously: /ch001/ /ch002/ /ch003/ /ch004/ /next/ (full list of translated chapters) (discussion thread) (support Average Translations)

#PWF #Poison-Wielding Fugitive #Fugitive Poison User #毒使いの逃亡者 #ln #light novel #online novel #ラノベ #オンラインノベル #小説

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that-terrible-writer · 7 years ago

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Destined To Be

So, I am posting the third part of this story due to the fact a lot of request came in: honestly surprising me. Sorry if this isn’t want you wanted. I’m trying here!

| Kylo Ren x OC (Celestia Lux) |

Summary: Celestia Lux is a childhood friend of Ben Solo, who is infamously known as Kylo Ren: the apprentice of Snokes. Celestia is fine having nothing to do with Kylo, but Kylo has other plans to be reunited with his love.

Chapter III

Chapter I II IV

I had woken up in the middle of the night, sitting up on the bed. I looked over at Kylo, who was sound asleep next to me. I felt the sheet leave my body as I went to look down to see my bare body. "Ass," I muttered, carefully getting out of bed. I quickly got into my dress, about to leave the room—where I couldn't help but look back—my face softening at the sight of him, "Please, come back to me, Ben." I whispered.

I went down the hall, trying to avoid all the troopers that I could as I was looking for an exit. I stopped at a viewing deck to see that we had landed; my eyes widened to see all the TIE fighters being worked on. Poe and the Resistance didn't stand a chance, they had so little compared to the First Order. A few guards were on duty in the halls, but that shouldn't be an issue. I slowly made my way behind a pillar, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes. My heart was beating out of control.

You can do this, Celestia. Just get a Fighter and go.

I went to take off one of my flats, throwing it down the hall; causing a loud noise. It alerted the guards, as they ran down the hall to inspect the noise. I wanted to move: I really tried. "Kylo," I growled.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" He asked in his metallic voice.

"Let me go," I snapped, "You tricked me into staying."

"What makes you think I wouldn't do it again?"

I opened my mouth to add a remark but was interrupted, "Master Kylo, you returned." A voice called out. I looked up to see a man, in a uniform with his hands behind his back, walking towards us. He made eye contact with me, his brow rose in curiosity, "This is not the pilot."

"We have a real genius here." I snickered. I felt being release from Kylo's force as he brushed up behind me. Just like his father: Kylo cursed under his breath.

"What is it, General Hux?" Kylo questioned.

"This," Hux motioned towards me, "This is what you traded the pilot for? Master Snokes is not pleased one bit with this nonsense." Hux pressed his lips together, narrowing his eyes at me, "Who might you be?"

"Celestia Lux. This is who I traded for." Kylo answered for me, now stepping to be in front of me; as if he was protecting me from Hux. "I will explain to Master Snokes what my plan with her is. He will certainly be pleased."

Hux brought up his head, looking down at me, "So this is Solo's so-called appetence." He huffed. I could sense Kylo letting that get to him; his body tensing as his fists were clenched.

"If you call scamming as a way to be one, then sure," I interjected.

"How can someone like her be of use for us? We had the Resistance's best pilot! We had weakened them!" Hux yelled, catching me off guard, causing me to wince. Kylo dragged Hux over, grabbing ahold of his uniform.

"Don't ever speak that way when she is present." Kylo growled, "Master Snokes will understand why I brought her." Kylo released Hux from his hold as he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hall. We were going to a different room as I tried to remember the way back to the Fighters. "There's no point in trying to remember." Kylo instantly said.

"Quit going through my thoughts." I spat, trying to get out of his hold.

We entered a new room, one that was simple in design: bed, dresser, and a bathroom. Kylo took off his helmet, placing it on the dresser. He then proceeded to take off his scarf and jacket: having an undershirt underneath. I felt uneasy, why did Kylo want me here? What use was I to him? He opened his dresser, pulling out a shirt, handing it to me.

"You'll be sleeping here." He plainly told me.

"Like hell I am." I spat, throwing his shirt back at him. Without saying anything else, Kylo marched his way over to me—grabbing onto my dress and starting to undress me. "Get off!" I shrieked, trying to push him away but after all this time, he became so much stronger. The rest of the dress hung off my hip; Kylo tried moving in closer but I kept ting steps back.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" he asked as if he was innocent in some way. I let out a loud huff as I crossed my arms to cover myself.

"I'm not." I sternly said, narrowing my eyes at him, "I just know what you've become."

"Celestia—" Kylo whined, getting annoyed with me.

"Lux." I corrected him quickly, "We are not on friendly terms." Kylo looked down at me, reaching a hand towards me but I swatted it away.

"Why would I waste such a beautiful name?" Kylo coolly said, he reached once more for me and I had enough.

"Ben, I said stop!" I yelled, shutting my eyes. When I opened them up, I saw Kylo had lowered his arm; taking a step back. I looked away, "Sorry, it slipped."

The door opened, a stormtrooper marching in; catching me off guard. "Master Kylo." He reported. I turned away from the trooper, letting out a small scream. "You idiot!" Kylo yelled, using the force to throw the solider out. Kylo took the shirt; he had given me, pulling it onto me. He grabbed his jacket and helmet, storming out of the room. My heart hadn't slowed down, bringing up old feelings and just making more confused the more than I thought about him and Ben. I finished taking off my dress, getting into the bed. I brought a pillow close to my chest, burying my face in it.

I needed to find a way out of here. I needed to return back to Han and Chewy. I needed to get away from him.

I had woken to the sound of the door opening, as I saw Kylo enter the room once more.

"Oh, I woke you." He mumbled, taking off his jacket and running his fingers through his hair. "Didn't mean to."

"It's fine," I mumbled back, "I wasn't really asleep." I sat up in the bed, to look at him better. Something was wrong with him: something was bothering him. "Are you ok?" Why did I ask? I don't care. Kylo sat at the end of the bed, lowering his head but looked over at me.

"It's nothing that you would understand." He muttered to me, still having his eyes locked on mine. I looked away, looking down at my fingers as I played with the sheets. "Is there really no hope for us?" I heard Kylo softly asked. I, once again, looked up at him as he caught my attention.

"You already know the answer."

"You're willing to throw away everything that we had? All the memories we created?"

"Already did." I said bluntly, "I mean, you did it so easily." Kylo stood, so quick, coming over to my side of the bed. He grabbed up wrist, pulling me up to his level. He slammed me up against the wall as I let out a cry of pain. His hand was on my throat as his leg went in-between mine.

"That was different." He growled at me.

"How so?" I choked out, "You left us. You left me and you took everything away from me. I meant nothing to you."

"You mean everything to me!" Kylo yelled, "I asked you to come with me, I wanted you to be with me! You gave up on me!"

"Come with you? Are you serious? You didn’t exactly give me a warm invitation." I chuckled but Kylo's grip got tighter as it was beginning to get harder to breathe. "St...op..." I put my hands on Kylo's but my strength wasn't there. My eyes began to water as I looked into Kylo's eyes. Something snapped in him, Kylo quickly lets go of me. I fell to the ground, rubbing my neck, "I want to leave," I cried out as I felt the tears run. I looked up at Kylo, who looked so...empty.

"I can't let you." He told me.

"Why?"

"I need you."

"I’ll find a way out." I went over to the dresser, grabbing my dress, collecting my things. Kylo grabbed my arm, causing me to stop, pressing his body up against my back. His breath tickled the back of my neck, as his arm snaked its way around my waist. His cold fingertips brushed against my stomach as he went under the shirt, sending chills down my spine.

"I can't let you do that." He whispered, bending closer to my ear, "You don't want to leave either."

"No—" I shut my eyes, trying to cancel him out, "You can't use that on me again." I shook him off, rubbing my head. I turned to look at Kylo, "Please don't." I whispered. Kylo pressed his lips together, looking away from me. He wanted to say something but a loud bang interrupted us. The alarm went off as Kylo quickly went to the dresser to get back into his clothes, placing on his helmet. Before he left, he turned to me.

"You stay here." He ordered me.

"Kylo—" I began to say but he soon stopped me.

"Celestia, I'm home."

"Troopers to your battle stations! Troopers to your battle stations!"

It had to be Poe or even Han that was coming. I looked at Kylo, trying to make a break to the door but he grabbed onto me pushing me back into the room, "Kylo, let me go!" I screamed, thrashing around.

"I'm not letting you go," He calmly said; bringing his mask down towards my face, "Not again."

"This is your fault, Master Kylo!" Hux interjected, bursting into the room. Hux pointed his finger towards me, "If you didn't trade Dameron for this whore."

"Trust me, I never wanted to come," I mumbled. Kylo turned, walking towards Hux, grabbing onto his uniform.

"What have I told you about speaking to her like that?” Kylo growled.

"This is what Master Snokes was talking about." Hux chuckled. He glanced over at me, "She's going to make you weak." Hux spat. As Kylo was busy with Hux, I quickly squeezed by them, running down the hall in total chaos. My mind was scrambled as I tried to remember the location of the TIE Fighters. I kept taking random turns, hoping that one would lead me to just anything that would fly.

I felt my body tense, not being able to move even an inch. "Let me go." I spat, shutting my eyes as I tried to break the Force in any way possible.

"You need to go somewhere safe, Celestia," Kylo said, stepping into my view, looking down at me.

"That's what I was trying to do." I sarcastically told him, give him a jackass grin. Kylo bent down closer, placing a hand on my cheek.

"Go back into the bedroom." He said softly. I shut my eyes once more to block him out: to reject his mind control. "Celestia, go back to the bedroom." He ordered once more. I could feel sweat falling down my face as my body shook the harder I kept trying to reject him from entering my mind.

"Not...again..." I could barely get out the words as I kept fighting: to the point where I was forgetting to breathe. I felt his hand go down to my chin, when I opened my eyes I saw Kylo—without his mask on—just staring at me but his eyes looked as if he was scared.

"Celestia, now's not the time!" He tried to say calmly, "I need you safe." It was weird, his voice sounded as if it was dripping with compassion, his eyes begging to me. Was Han right? Was there still light in him?

#fanfic #fandoms #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #star wars #kylo imagine #kylo ren imagine #the force awakens #the last jedi #fan fiction

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notsoguiltykpop · 7 years ago

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Fish Out of Water pt 5

Humans are weird, and when you get the chance to get to know one and understand them better, you take it. But there are rules about interfering with human affairs, and breaking them might come at a higher price than you were willing to pay.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

Reader x Yoongi

Mermaid Au

Fluff, humor, maybe some angst? Not much though.

“Are you okay?”

Yoongi’s voice brought you back to reality, and you blinked at him slowly. The two of you were sitting under the pier, and you had been lost in thought as you stared out at the waves. Were you okay? No, not really. You were so close to home, yet so far away at the same time.

It had only been a day since you lost not only your tail, but your home, your friends, everything you knew, and you already missed all of it. You felt entirely alone, even though you knew you weren’t.

Yoongi was there. He had helped you unconditionally since you walked into the restaurant, and been nothing but kind. You reminded yourself of this as you tried to pull yourself out of your own misery. Feeling sorry for yourself wasn’t going to fix anything, you knew that.

Your eyes were blurry when you turned back to the ocean. “It must be a human eye thing...” You thought. Everything about being human was different from being a mermaid.

“Yeah, I��m okay.” You finally managed, though your voice wavered. Yoongi let out a small sigh, reaching over to brush the back of his hand along your cheek.

“Are you sure? Crying usually means someone isn’t okay.” Your hand went to your cheek instinctively at his words, and sure enough, there was water leaking from your eyes. Knowing this just made it worse, and Yoongi’s eyes widened in alarm. “It’s okay to not be okay, you know that, right?” Yoongi said softly.

You did know, you just didn’t feel like it right that moment. You felt like you needed to be strong, focus on how lucky it was that you had Yoongi to help you. “What if I never get my tail back?” You asked suddenly. It was the question that had been nagging at the back of your mind the whole day, and you didn’t have an answer for yourself.

“You will. Your father will come to his senses. But if by some chance he doesn’t, you’ll never be alone. You’ve got me, and Seokjin has really taken a liking to you, so you have him, too. And Jungkook.”

Yoongis words helped somewhat--at least your eyes stopped leaking.

Jimin didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He really didn’t. He had no idea what was going on with Yoongi and this girl who had shown up out of nowhere, but he was pretty sure that he didn’t want to know.

As it turned out, he was right.

Yoongi had lost his mind. Utterly and completely lost it. And the girl who had apparently moved into their house last night has something to do with it, Jimin was sure.

Jimin was concerned when Yoongi came home a week ago with a bruise on his forehead, his clothes soaked, going on about a girl who had saved his life and then swam away.

He was worried when Yoongi went back to the pier the next day as though he was waiting for something. Jimin tried to be understanding of Yoongi when he stared talking about mermaids because clearly Yoongi had gone through something traumatic, but that didn’t make it any less distressing.

But this? This was more than just worrying. Yoongi was convinced that the girl who walked into the restaurant last night without any shoes on was a mermaid, and she was encouraging him!

Jimin had already turned away from where you and Yoongi sat on the beach. He was there looking for Yoongi because the elder was supposed to be working and hadn’t shown up. This was a rare occurrence for Yoongi under usual circumstances, but on the occasion that it did happen, he could usually be found sitting there, watching the waves.

As he made his way back up to the pier, he felt anger towards you start to bubble up. How dare you take advantage of Yoongi like that? And what could you possibly get out of convincing him that you were a mermaid? The more Jimin thought about it, the more it seemed like a scam to take Yoongi’s money (not that he had any), or perhaps just a sick game you liked to play.

Whatever your reason, Jimin could not let this continue.

“How do people walk in these?” You asked, steadying yourself on Yoongi’s shoulder as you tried to stand in what the lady who worked at the store called “high heels.” They looked pretty in the picture on the wall, so you thought you should try them. Yoongi didn’t stop you, just warned you to be careful. You didn’t see why until you stood up and nearly fell over.

“I don’t know.” Yoongi replied honestly. “The only time I’ve ever tried was when I lost a bet to Taehyung. I twisted my ankle before I even made it three feet.”

You sat back down. “I don’t think these will work, then.” You said with a sigh. They looked nice on your feet, but you needed to be able to walk if you were going to spend time as a human.

“What do you think of these?” The women who had been helping you asked, holding out a different pair of heels. You noticed that she was wearing a pair herself, and you were tempted to ask how she was able to walk so freely, but you refrained for the time being.

“Maybe something without a heel.” Yoongi suggested, already looking around for a different pair. The number of shoes you had tried on was ridiculous--you had tried everything from more flip-flops to boots, and nothing was right. You thought that maybe you were being too picky, but Yoongi had informed you that shoes were important and needed to fit right.

“How about a pair of Converse?” The saleswomen said, snapping her fingers. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of them before.”

You nodded, not sure of what she was talking about, but you were willing to try. Yoongi walked back over to where you were sitting with his eyes narrowed slightly as the women brought back a pair of red high-top shoes.

Usually, you considered yourself to be fairly coordinated, but there was something about shoes that you were struggling with. Perhaps it was because you weren’t used to having feet and you had never put something on your tail before. Or maybe it was because you didn’t really like shoes in the first place and your mind didn’t want anything to do with them. Whatever it was, it made putting on the converse difficult.

Yoongi wordlessly took the shoe from your hand after a moment, kneeling down to help you. The saleswomen giggled as she watched, putting on hand to her cheek.

“You two are so cute.” She sighed.

“Thanks, you’re cute, too.” You said with a smile. Yoongi didn’t say anything, but you were pretty sure his cheeks turned pink, though it was hard to tell with him looking down at your feet.

“How do they feel?” Yoongi asked, changing the subject. Both shoes were on your feet, and you examined them, wiggling your toes experimentally.

“Good so far.” You said as you stood up. They really weren’t bad--in fact, they were rather comfortable. You walked a few feet in them before turning around and walking back. “I like them.” You announced.

“Really?” The saleswomen looked shocked. Not that you could blame her, you were starting to think you would never find shoes that you didn’t mind.

“We’ll take them.” Yoongi said, and you sat down to try to take the shoes back off. Yoongi stopped you, however. “Leave them on. Converse are way too hard to take on and off.” He muttered the last part, but didn’t seem to want to elaborate.

“We’ll have to get you some clothes tomorrow.” Yoongi said as he followed you through the front door and into the house. Jungkook was sitting on the couch playing a video game again, but with Taehyung sitting beside him. Namjoon was watching the two, yelling his commentary and occasionally claiming that even he was better at this game than Taehyung was.

It sounded like home to Yoongi. It was strange, because when he was younger and pictured moving out, all he wanted was a quiet little place of his own. No one to bother him, no one to eat his food, no one to interrupt him.

This house was anything but quiet, and was usually packed, but somehow Yoongi didn’t mind. In the time that he had spend living there, he had become close to the other residents, to the point that he might even consider them family. Seokjin was the older brother he always wished he had--he did actually have an older brother, they just didn’t get along very well--and the others were the younger brothers he never knew he needed.

You seemed to fit in just fine, to Yoongi’s relief. You were sitting between Jungkook and Taehyung before Yoongi even had his shoes off, asking what they were playing, how it worked, and when you could try. Jungkook was more than happy to explain it to you, and Taehyung started showing you how the controller worked without hesitation.

Jimin walked in shortly, distracting Yoongi from his thoughts.

“Where were you today?” Jimin demanded before Yoongi even said “hello.”

“What?” Yoongi was taken aback by his housemates tone until he remembered what it was he was supposed to have done that day. “I was on the schedule for today, wasn’t I?” He winced. When was the last time he had forgotten to go to work? He couldn’t even remember. “Jimin, I’m sorry. I’ve just had other stuff on my mind--”

Jimin didn’t wait for Yoongi to finish his sentence, however. “Clearly, you have.” He looked over into the living room where you were apparently beating Jungkook at the video game, Namjoon and Taehyung cheering you on loudly. “When is she leaving?” He asked, and Yoongi didn’t know what to say.

“I don’t know.” He said after a second. He had no idea where this was coming from--sure, it was understandable for Jimin to be mad at him for not showing up for work, but to be mad at you?

“Well make sure it’s soon, okay?” Jimin left Yoongi standing there before he had a chance to respond.

A/N Okay so I’m aiming to update something once a week... Which isn’t a whole lot, but it’s more often than I have been posting! I’m going to try to write some requests as well. Also I wrote this in like an hour and I should proof read it but I don’t feel like it so I’ll do it in the morning (I really feel like updating, though). So if there are any glaringly obvious mistakes, I apologize! Thank you so much for reading, it means a lot to me! I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate all the love and support from you guys. Let me know what you thought of this update! Is Yoongi going to reveal his hate for converse? Do you trust Jimin not to mess things up? Do you think Jungkook will stand for losing? Haha, thanks again for reading, love you guys! <3 <3 <3

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pendragonfics · 7 years ago

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Right On Time

Paring: Kraglin Obfonteri/Reader

Tags: female reader, soulmate au, soulmate marks, modern au, angst, fluff.

Summary: In a world where human beings have soulmates, not all people meet theirs, or even fall in love for one another. Reade's a perfect example of the fruits of that labour. But one day, Reader wakes to see marks, and drawings appear on her arms, and across town and working two jobs, Kraglin Obfonteri has the same predicament.

Requested by: nonny ♥️

Word Count: 2,399

Posting Date: 2017-06-16

Current Date: 2017-06-16

The January you got the job at the university as the professor’s assistant, was the same May that your skin started telling stories. It sounds strange when put that way, but that was life. Some people had computers embedded into their arms, or a colour-blindness that kept them from seeing the love of their lives’ eye colour. You were barely twenty-two, and honestly, freaked out. The whole soulmate phenomenon was as unpredictable as it sounded. It was never expected to happen since birth, nor some magical day allocated to you for the universe to shout out hurrah! Gosh, no. You were just as clueless as to the person you would fall for. Except, you knew they liked to draw lazy little spirals on their forearms, and get bruises the colour of peaches upon their chest, and neck. So, you wore layers of clothes to hide it all from the professor, and from the world.

But once you were back in your private room (complimentary housing from the pocket of Dr Irani Rael’s tenure) you bared your skin, watching the child-like pictures come to life while you marked her endless papers, watching as they would fade away in time, or wash away in the shower. It was like a secret magic you had to yourself, something only you knew about. It felt good having a secret, like it was just for your eyes only, and the person who left you such pretty pictures on your forearms. Almost absentmindedly, you started doodling back – colouring in a stencilled picture, or writing to-do notes on the back of your hand only to have a reply of don’t forget to do laundry!! or you drink coffee too? gosh you might be my soulmate! It was oddly comforting knowing someone out there had a sort of intimate-knowledge of you, without it being too intimate.

To be frank, it was strange that it would ever happen to you. Your parents had not been soulmates, and lived happy lives with the people they were destined to be with (just not each other) and their children in other wedlock’s had their fair share of the fantasy of falling in love. Perhaps the soulmate thing wasn’t just for those in the loop. Maybe all living things had soulmates. Did potatoes have soulmates? Did panda bears?

So, you wore long sleeves to your post at the university by day, and by night, traced your fingers over the child-like pictures on your body that came and went.

---

Kraglin Obfonteri worked two jobs. At first, it had been a way of keeping himself fed and not dying on the street like the rest of the people in the city, but the second job turned into something…more. He’d always wanted to be just like his uncle, Yondu, but ever since the man had adopted the stray Peter Quill, he’d found it hard to be near the guy. Even with his mob ties, and the prospect of never having to go a day without food. Kraglin always wanted to be a race-car driver, but with no money and idea how to drive an actual race car, he was left with the one thing he could do. Join his uncle’s mob group, and keep working at the soap shop.

It was nice, being around people who’d had dreams just like his, which had turned to dust. Solidified his ideas, kept him grounded. The money wasn’t bad, and he was always left with a feeling that he was a part of something bigger than him. Like he was tall enough to touch the sky without tiptoes.

It was around the same time, maybe in early February when his doodles on his arms (a product of long customer-less days at the soap shop) started growing in number, and not from his doing. He was fond of the idea of tattoos, or maybe the idea of magic and soulmates and that crap, but when he realised that he had no need for tattoos, and that there was someone out in the world who knew about his little drawings, he felt something different, for once.

Not alone? No. He had a whole life of comradeship and adventures around the city with the Ravagers and even though he’d never be in the seat of a formula one car, he had plenty of practice with getaways and the rush that followed. Maybe it was because he’d never really showed anyone this side of him before. He’d run away from home as a child, and Yondu wasn’t one for words, or at least, getting them out right, but…sharing the pictures on his arms was sort of special, a secret. A good secret that made him feel like he wasn’t such a hard to like guy after all.

But it was almost June when one day, he woke up to see his arm had a message for him. Written in red ink – like a teacher’s pen that he’d gotten so many Ds from as a child, he ruminated – were three words. Not the three words that everyone fantasised about in romance novels and those crazy online pictures that spread around like viruses to make people chuckle. No. It made his stomach churn, his head spin…his fingers quake as he licked his fingers to try and rub the words from his skin.

Who are you?

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It went another month, and two before more pictures came to your skin. In this time, you knuckled down, kept at your job. It was break, and sure, there wasn’t much to do via your actual work, but for once, you were left with time for you. The fantastical Me-Time you’d heard so much about. Though teacher’s assistant pay was next to nothing, you worked as hard as you could, and even went and got another job. It was just as a barista, at a cute little café downtown beside Starscape (a soap shop), nothing you’d not done before getting the TA position. You’d end up with coffee stains and marks all up and down your arms.

Maybe the silence on the other end of the line was because of those bold three words you’d written. Gosh, you’d scared the poor person away from your boldness. But after working at the coffee shop for a while, you noticed some marks on your arms had come, and not of your doing. Swirls. Tally marks for things you didn’t know what for. Sometimes you’d see marks that smelt slightly like car oil, or your hands would be tinted the colour of dirt. It made for a hard time trying to convince your boss at the café that you were going to pass health inspection.

“I was wondering what you got up to in your time off,” a familiar voice intoned. Glancing up, you saw the professor, her white hair out of the tight hairstyle she usually wore, her clothes reminding you something between a second-hand shopper and something they’d walk down a Paris runway. “I’ll have a large affogato and a scone, please.”

You grin, taking your other boss’s order. “Sure thing, Dr Rael.”

She waved the words off. “Please, call me Irani. You’ve deserved it, helping me for so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you!” She notices the manager standing by the phone in the corner, and cries out, “Rhomann! It’s been simply ages!”

As she chatters away, you get her coffee and cake, not noticing the pictures growing up your arms with every passing second.

---

Peter noticed the pictures on Kraglin’s arms first out of all the Ravagers. Gosh, Kraglin wasn’t a fan of the boy, and probably never would be, but when the guy came up to him, and mentioned the drawings, he wasn’t anything short of polite. Perhaps it was because they were in Starscape, not around the gang who’d all take turns drilling him for being half in love. But that was until Peter rolled up his shirtsleeve, and revealed a name inked onto his bicep. Gamora.

“Don’t tell Yondu,” the hot-shot blurted out, a sort of blush crossing his face, “’Mora hates me, I swear, and Yondu’ll only make it hard on me. Ever since his soulmate…”

Kraglin nods. “Lips are zipped, Quill.”

But Yondu’s protégé’s lips were not zipped, and motioning to his arms, filled with permanent ink and little doodles and drawings, he added, “I go to the coffee shop next door sometimes, uh, Screamin' Beans. When I get days off, from you know, horsing around and shit. But there’s a barista, with (h/c) hair, and this crazy bright smile, and she…” He frowns.

Kraglin huffs. “She what, knows tomorrow’s lottery numbers?”

Peter shakes his head, probably thinking how handy it would be to be a psychic and a gambler, but the words that comes from his mouth aren’t anything to do with people who know the future and/or spend money to make money, “No, K. She has pictures on her arms like you do.” Peter’s phone goes off, the screen lighting up with a girl with purple hair and a murderous smile. “Gotta go. Give Yondu my love, or whatever.”

He nods. “Sure, or whatever.”

It isn’t until he’s closing the soap store that Kraglin is standing alone in the sweet-smelling room that he realises that he’s got a choice. Make a move now, or be left in the dirt. Loads of people don’t end up with their soulmates. His parents were unquestionably soulmates, and all his life, he’d been trying to run away from the idea of having one person in the universe or at least, on Earth, who’d love him until the end of time. Sounded like a capitalist con-job or a Hallmark scam, soulmates. A story to help little kids afraid of dying alone get to sleep at night. But he knew what happened when you wait too long. Yondu was the perfect example of that, and as much as he loved his uncle, he sure as hell didn’t want to end up like him.

He whipped out his phone, and sent a text to Peter. Tell your damn girl you wanna be smooshing booties or whatever, man!

Kraglin locks up the place, and all but rushes back to his place, and washes all the pen from his arms. Using nice body wash, he makes sure it’s all off, all of it, all the marks and drawings and stains that changing car batteries too many times a week does to a person’s skin. He’s one for protecting the Earth’s water supply usually, but he takes a full ten minutes soaking in the tub, rubbing it all off his body, until he ends up smelling like goddamned grapefruit.

“Please, please, don’t be too late,” he pleads aloud, but not sure who to. It’s almost a prayer. Maybe it is. He just doesn’t want to lose someone he hasn’t met yet.

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You wake the next morning with your bare skin as clean as it has ever been, perhaps better than anything you’ve ever seen it. No bruises, no pen-marks, nothing from your soulmate. It almost breaks your heart, that it’s all gone, because those months where nothing was written on your skin (figuratively) made your heart almost fall right through your chest and through the floor. You tug on slippers, and push your hair from your eyes. Pop the kettle on, and grab a marker from the mug on the desk (pink). Waiting for the water to boil, you sit upon the counter, and write.

Who are you?

You place the marker down, pouring yourself a hot cup of tea, sliding toast down to slowly brown, humming a song to yourself. You almost miss the words growing on your skin, and taking a sip of your tea, you almost choke.

Kraglin Obfonteri.

Your heart stutters. A reply. A reply! At once, you scribble back your own name, trying not to show how excited you are to see a response. Before you cap your marker, though, you pause, and where all the i’s are, put hearts over the dots. I’m a barista, at Screamin' Beans.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” you mutter aloud to nobody, heart racing a million miles a minute. “It’s happening, it’s happening, gosh, it’s actually happening!”

I work at Starscape. You makin’ coffee today?

Your poor heart almost stops. The whole soulmate phenomenon was as unpredictable as it sounded, and it sounded pretty unpredictable. Heck, you’d doubted it for most of your life. And here you were. Sitting on the kitchen bench, talking to the person who was destined to be with you.

Meet me there at midday, you scrawl back. At this, you check the clock on the wall, and screech. Your shift would start in half an hour, and apart from living across town, you’d just woken up, and you’d have to bust ass trying to get there in time. Rushing around, you abandon your tea to throw clothes on, and dry shampoo, and shoes. Picking up the marker, you add, three little words to confirm the gravity of the whole situation. Don’t be late.

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It’s midday, and Kraglin is doing his best not to crap himself. Probably not the best way to word it, but it’s true. He’s nervous as hell, and when the clock turns from 11:58 to 11:59, he turns the sign on the door to the store to Closed! Be back in fifteen minutes! and walks over to Screamin' Beans as calm as he can. He feels like a teenager all over again, or at least, what he imagined a teenager to be like when they’re giddy from the prospect of love and soulmates and all that schite.

It’s 12:00 as he walks through the door. Inside, he sees four baristas. One is bald and wears a black turtleneck. That can’t be ______, Peter had said she had (h/c) hair. One has a wedding ring. His soulmate can’t be married, gosh, that would make everything so much complicated, and one has (h/c) –

“Kraglin Obfonteri?” He hears the voice on an angel call out. He turns, seeing a fifth barista, with (h/c) hair, and a kind smile, and pink marker on her arms with the same handwriting he has on his wrists. She tilts her head, a kind smile upon her lips, “Right on time.”

#kraglin obfonteri #kraglin #kraglin x reader #kraglin obfonteri x reader #kraglin obfonteri/reader #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #guardians of the galaxy x reader #marvel x reader #marvel fanfic #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

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kaibutsushidousha · 7 years ago

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Harukawa's FTE summery?

I’m pretty all of her Free Time was translated already, but sure.

Harukawa’s Free Time is a good story on it own, but the context of Harukawa’s character arc in the main story, it creates terrible inconsistencies.

Event 1: Akamatsu asks Harukawa about her childcare worker talent to check if she’s worried about the orphanage kids. Harukawa answers they’re probably fine, they know how to take care of themselves and there’s lots of older kids help the younger ones. Harukawa clearly doesn’t see herself as irreplaceable in the orphanage. Akamatsu theorizes that Harukawa is saying that just to keep her cool image and would be embarassed to admit she’s worried.

Following up, Akamatsu asks what a childcare worker does. Harukawa pauses to think for a while and says she does “just the normal stuff”. Playing with the kids, watching it so they don’t do anything stupid, making they sleep at the right time, reading stories, etc. Akamatsu is kinda disappointed at how normal it is, she was expecting a Super High School Level to have a super amazing special childcaring technique.

Akamatsu concludes that Harukawa’s secret to being the best is love. She starts talking about love and Harukawa’s like “screw this, I’m out”. When Akamatsu realizes, Harukawa is not in the room anymore.

Event 2: Akamatsu ask Harukawa about her orphanage. She again breaks Akamatsu’s expectations of anything not normal. She describes it as lodging house with kids of all ages and some workers providing them 3 meals a day. But the kids are responsible for the cleaning and the laundry, again with the older kids helping the younger. Akamatsu compares it to a family helping each other but Harukawa can’t confirm because she doesn’t know what a family is like. Very tactful, Akamatsu.

Akamatsu moves on to asking about how everyone plays together when they’re free. Harukawa answers the older kids are always busy with the younger and the orphanage’s toys are all old and the kids are mostly tired of them and want new games. The orphanage also doesn’t allow cellphones and videogames in most circunstances (you can get a phone when get old enough to work and the job you got requires it). The entertainment and art are limited, but the orphanage’s owner is trying to solve this problem. Akamatsu suggests going there and playing the piano for the kids. Harukawa doesn’t have the authority to allow it but Akamatsu insists on making her suggest that to orphanage’s owner after they leave. Harukawa doesn’t believe they will able to leave this easy, but Akamatsu is still sure they will. Harukawa ends the conversation with “People like are honestly really annoying, but… Well, I guess the world needs it”.

Chapter 2 spoiler from this one up.

Saihara event 1: Saihara asks again what her assassin life is like. Saihara’s curious because he never heard any assassination organizations in his job, which is kinda obvious because becoming famous is the worst thing that can happen to an assassination organization.

Harukawa decides that it’s okay to talk and asks if Saihara ever heard about the Divine Relief Association. Basically, one day some guy just started a random new religion, but that’s was actually just a front for the organization Harukawa works for. The boss acts the religion’s founder and the member manage the church. The clients make the assassination request on the confessionary and leave the payment in the donation box. There some random believers so how come from time to time, but no one in the organization really knows what’s the deal with them.

But why a new religion? When you say someone randomly founded a new religion, people usually that’s a bad scam that won’t fool anyone or that the founder is just a lunatic. Well, that’s exactly what they are going for. They wanted to make it some thing the general public wouldn’t take seriously or bother searching more about it. The members, including Harukawa, don’t believe in any god.

The Association’s assassins don’t act like the church’s followers because it’s safer not turn them into clues to the church and to make it so the assassin don’t know each other’s identities. After all, they are all expandable and work alone.

Event 2: Saihara asks if Harukawa knows how to use all the weapons in her lab. Harukawa doesn’t like the question because it really shows how Saihara doesn’t understand what she does. Every assassination job has different circunstances and requires different methods, so she has to learn all of them. Signature weapons are not a real thing for assassins. Despite Harukawa’s preference for knives, she will use poison, sniper rifles, hand-to-hand or explosives when she needs too.

Saihara is surprised by the mention of explosion because he understands “assassination” as a stealthy murder, but Harukawa responds that sometimes flashyness is the best way to hide stuff. For example, if you turn a 5-floors building into a 4-floors building, people wouldn’t suspect your purpose was killing only one specific guy. That’s a very rare solution to problems though. She usually only kills the target and no one else.

Next question is what kind of people the targets are. Unfortunately, the answer is not “I only kill bad people”, she just kill any target she recieves, regardless who they are. But there was one time she killed a friend from school (yes, actually friend, not just classmate or acquaintace). She was the beloved daughter of a yakuza, so the rival yakuza order a hit for her. She says Saihara might think it’s unfair for someone innocent to be killed for someone else’s convinience, but everyone is just doing everything they can to live. That goes for him, her and even everyone she killed so far.

Event 3: Saihara makes a surprised comment about how assassins are scouted.

Consistency problem #1: It’s entirely possible to do this event before the scene where Harukawa tells her backstory, so both characters can be referring to a conversation they didn’t have yet.

Harukawa answer that if he is so surprised that kids from orphanages are chosen as assassins he should get ready to be even more surprised. Harukawa’s orphanage was one of the many orphanages built and financed by the Divine Relief Association specifically for that purpose. A religion supporting orphanages as an act of good will is a completely normal thing after all.

The scout were not the people in charge of the training facility. The training was horrible because no matter how good Harukawa was, she was still just a kid when she was forced to rebuild her whole body into peak performance. After that, there was the mental training, the resistance to torture training and learning how to die instantly. You know, because dying is the only option when an assissanation failed. It’s better than being tortured even with Harukawa’s torture resistance training. Saihara refuses to listen to what the torture resistance training was like.

At the end of the day, after her first torture training, the only thing she could do was to look at her bedroom’s ceiling. She though she would be empty by the end of that, but she could feel her “self” still there. During each session, she could feel the “self” being pulled away every time, but by the end of it, it was always still not empty. She realized she wouldn’t go crazy no matter how broken she was. Despite this terrible epiphany, she didn’t give up. There would be no point in everything she did if she dropped out by that point, and more importantly, if she wouldn’t work, they would bring another kid in her place. Saihara asks about this other kid, but Harukawa firmly tells him to pretend he didn’t hear.

Event 4: Harukawa can tell that Saihara still wants about the other kid from the orphanage who would replace her, so she just quits hiding and starts telling him about her best friend. Saihara’s very glad that Harukawa had someone she liked, but she is kinda creeped out by his reaction. But back the subject of the replacement. The scouts initially chose the other girls instead of Harukawa. Harukawa was good enough, but the other girl was more talented. However, the other girl was a really gentle crybaby who got lonely easily. Harukawa didn’t want her to be taken alone, as she would cry everyday about it, so Harukawa said she would go instead.

They didn’t know this about becoming an assassin at the time (they thought it was just some weird different form of adoption), but even after the training, Harukawa doesn’t regret her choice because she thinks her friend wouldn’t have survived it. Harukawa was motivation more than just protect the orphanage, the main thing was protect her best friend from replacing her.

Consistency problem #2: In her speech on chapter 5′s post-trial, she claims this was the first time she was fighting to protect someone, but she was not only doing it to protect the orphanage the whole time, she was more specifically doing it to protect the friend.

She had a very fun life with the other girl. They would go out wearing matching clothes, bake sweets and eat what each other made, spend the night talking in bed, being berated by orphanage’s owner, etc etc. The other girl loved playing house with the orphanage kids. She would always be the mom and Harukawa be the dad, although they were not really sure what parents were like. In one of the optional dialogues here, Saihara the iconic “I think you would be a great dad, Harukawa-san” line. Relevant fanart by @starsandsorrows.

Event 5: Saihara’s wondering if the Harukawa’s best friend was worried about her. Harukawa answer that no, while she was in the training facility, the other girl died protecting a kid from the orphanage from being hit by a car. After the training was over, Harukawa went to visit the orphanage and naturally shocked and wondering what she enduring all this harsh training for. After reflecting about it, she concluded that dying to save someone else was the happiest death her gentle friend could have and that she would keep protecting the orphanage for her sake.

Saihara has been thinking for a while about what he can do to help Harukawa. He thinks he can find a way to let her quit being an assassin. His plan is to expose the Divine Relief Association as a detective. Harukawa immediately replies that that’s impossible and that the world doesn’t work without assassins.

She says that if there’s anything he can do to help, that’s doing his best as a detective. Assassination is a last resort. People don’t order it for no reason. An assassination only happens when a problem escalated so much that killing someone is the only solution left for the problem. But if Saihara manages to solve all crimes before it escalates into this level, Harukawa would have no reason to work anymore. But then she jokes that Momota’s assistant couldn’t possibly do much about it, to which Saihara retorts saying she is Momota’s assistant too and we finally see Harukawa smiling. The end.

Consistency problem #3: Harukawa’s interactions with Saihara in the main story usually involve her being very supportive to the idea of him quitting being a detective. Both are stuck in jobs they don’t like and Saihara is the only one with the option to leave it, so Harukawa is was reminding him he can. She constantly points out that Saihara is not suited from his job and she has one favorite lines in chapter 4 “Don’t forget you’re Shuuichi Saihara before you are a detective”. As someone who is also very supportive of Saihara quitting, this last event spits on what I like about their dynamic, so that’s the most grating characterization inconsistency for me.

#maki harukawa

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kikistiel · 8 years ago

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The Post™

Here it is everyone. It is The Post™, the one that describes, to put it simply, What The Fuck Happened.

Earlier last year, I disappeared for a long while. I stopped updating Idolon, I went radio silent on tumblr, and pretty much stopped all communication on my social media (which to this day, I still haven’t rectified). Then suddenly I came back and I freaked people out a bit. I’ve gotten literally hundreds of messages ranging from “did you die” to “where’s idolon/TMWLTT” to “WHY KPOP THO??”.

I meant to post this post on the new year, but I still wasn’t comfortable talking about it. But! I am now. I’m here, I’m ready to do this. Feel free to read it, ignore it, skim it, etc. But if you wanted to know What The Fuck Happened, here is The Post™.

Here we go! (There’s some juicy drama involving stalking, but if that makes you uncomfortable, here’s your warning.)

We as a collective tend to joke about 2016 being absolute shit, and with good reason. Well, personally... it was still shit.

The DEPRESSION.

I started 2016 off in the New Year as mega-depressed. I was quiet about it, didn’t talk about it much, but I was seriously down. I’d had thoughts about hurting myself before, but this was so different. It was so immense. It became a fact of life. I was starting to scare myself because I wasn’t even thinking about IF I wanted to end my life, I was having really macabre thoughts like “When would be a convenient time for me to do it? Maybe next Tuesday, I don’t have anything going on then.” It sounds funny to me now, but when your thoughts get like that, you know you’re in it bad.

Eventually I was able to pull myself out of it and honestly? A lot of that is due to you guys! Tumblr culture has helped me through a lot. Idolon feedback helped me too.

The RESTRAINING ORDER.

I haven’t mentioned this on here before, and I was pretty quiet about it on personal social media like facebook too, but I’m a little tired of being quiet about it, honestly. He doesn’t deserve the decency of me “not talking about it”. I’m so ready to talk about it, y’all. I want to scream about it from the tops of mountains.

In the middle of 2016 I had to get a restraining order. It was against a guy that I used to live with. He had developed an infatuation with me. He was engaged and I was in a relationship, plus I wasn’t interested in him like that anyways, so I told him it wasn’t going to happen.

After he moved out, some strange things started happening. Literally every social media account I owned, including email, tumblr, twitter, youtube, etc, ALL OF IT, was hacked in to. Pictures of me, including some sexual in nature, that were either taken from my personal computer or taken by friends (who did not share it outside of our social circles) were uploaded to my Google+ account. At first I thought it was some foreign scam system, but after those pictures were posted, I knew it was someone I was familiar with. Soon, sexually explicit “fanfiction” of me, my roommate, and a friend together was being posted on the accounts. Things like “whore” “slut” “lesbian” were posted under pictures of me. I would get taunting messages from my own accounts and email, saying they were going to give me my things back. They never did.

A friend of mine who is an admin of a site I frequent compared the IP address logging in to my hacked account on his site and was able to tell me that the IP was shared by the apartment the guy I rejected lived in. Now, his fiance did not like me as a person, so we suspected it might have been her -- but we didn’t know for sure, and we let it drop. I had no idea the guy would be capable of doing something like that. I thought he was harmless.

Anyways, we let it go. I got my things back and nothing happened for a while.

Until that is, I got a call from my boyfriend while I was back home visiting my family. The fiance had gone in to his computer and found EVERYTHING. Gross sexual fantasies/stories of me, the pictures he stole, passwords for my accounts, everything. Apparently he knew about it too -- I got a skype message from him right before news broke to me saying “I have to talk to you. If you hear it from someone else first, I’m sorry.”

So, there it was! It was him. I was livid. I wanted to commit murder, you guys, and if I wasn’t in Atlanta at the time that it happened I might have done it. He only lived like three blocks away from me at the time, which terrified me.

I shouldn’t have let it go, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was happy to finally know who did it, but I had heard horror stories of people being brushed off by law enforcement for trying to pursue cyberstalking cases. His fiance dumped him and he moved away, and I didn’t hear from him for a long time. I blocked him on every thing. I was done with the situation.

Until...

My roomie and I were up late talking and she said she had gotten a friend request on facebook from a girl she didn’t recognize. She said that her and I were mutuals to this person, so I went on facebook to try to decipher who it was. The profile had only one picture of a generic looking girl. I’m usually pretty careful with accepting friend requests, but this girl had 6 different friends in common with me, so I must have accepted it long ago (I had accepted her request back in like... 2012) because I thought she was an old aqquantince I didn’t recognize anymore. But then I looked at the friends she had with me...and it didn’t line up. She was friends with people from middle/high school AND friends from college (who would have had no way of knowing each other) AND even some online friends. We were immediately suspicious and messaged the friends about it, who all eventually replied saying they had no idea who this girl was.

I knew immediately what was going on. I also felt like the name seemed familiar -- I had just started selling the first printed copy of Idolon online, and remembered seeing that name as one of the people who ordered a book. I looked up the address she had ordered under, and it was this guy’s address for where he worked. That proved this whole persona was him.

I. Was. Disgusted. I had spent years trying to get away from this guy and hiding all my personal info from him, only to find out that he’d been getting updates on my life ALL ALONG. My new address and phone number had been posted on that facebook profile of mine at least ten times. I had personal pictures on my facebook, personal info, info about my relationships and friends and what was happening in my life and all along he’d been able to see all of it.

The next day I went to the court house. I’d had enough, and I was fed up. I filed a petition for an order of protection (restraining order). My case was technically filed under DOMESTIC VIOLENCE because the guy involved had once lived with me. THIS IS IMPORTANT, IF ANY OF YOU EVER HAVE THIS PROBLEM! Stalking and DV are seen differently, so if your abuser once lived with you, MAKE THAT KNOWN. I was lucky to have my case taken on by a legal aid team free of charge (ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE!! Many DV legal clinics exist and are very willing to take on your case if you can’t afford a legal team!! DO RESEARCH ABOUT THEM IF YOU ARE EVER IN THIS SITUATION!!).

This was so, so helpful because I was afraid to face this creep. Normally for these kinds of petitions, you represent yourself, which is honestly? so mind boggling for me. I saw people come through that office that were in neck braces and covered in bruises from their abusers and they were still expected to represent themselves in court and face their abusers just like that. Full offense, but what the fuck?

So, I had a legal team helping me, and my god the woman who represented me was one intimidating bitch. Full stop no-nonsense. She was amazing. I have never felt so much adoration for a person, ever. This woman could have taken up a job as a lawyer at a firm making bank, but instead she represented DV victims free of charge. After my case was over I literally cried in her arms, guys.

Anyways we built a case for months and months. I had to dig up old conversations, ask for affidavits from many friends, and prepare testimony with witnesses. (Side note -- that fiance who kind of hated me? Well she must have hated me more than she hated with him. She refused to help by making a measly written statement about what she found and witnessed, because she “didn’t like” me. I aspire to be that level of petty one day. Amazing.) It was stressful, but I was nervous the day of the trial because how was I going to go on with life if we’d lost and this guy was ALLOWED to keep contacting me?

My lawyer kept telling me that the judge we had was a known hard-ass, and wasn’t well liked. He was known for being... unsympathetic. I was nervous because my case involved cyberstalking and this guy was a grumpy old white guy who looked like iPhones confused him. At the pre-trial he even got in to an argument with my lawyer about if an emergency order of protection was needed until the trial date.

The day of the trail, I had me, my boyfriend, my two roommates and a friend there as both witnesses and moral support. He showed up alone. He sat across from the courtroom from me and even being in the same room as him caused me to panic. Like... cold sweats and heart racing.

After all my witnesses had given their testimony, he took up his right to question me, which was nerve wracking. He asked me about every little thing I did, brought up my rejection of him (which I let him down easy?? Like holy shit ladies, if you ever reject a guy and you try to let him down kindly because you’re afraid of getting murdered by him later, just know that he’s going to use that against you later claiming that you didn’t mean it or some shit, jesus christ). It was gross and I don’t want to go in to detail about it. Just trust me it was horrible.

Then my lawyer questioned him and my god she ripped him apart. And then I was pleasantly surprised that when the crusty old judge questioned him, HE RIPPED HIM APART TOO. He just kept asking things like “what earthly reason would you have to do this or that?” and he’d flail around trying to come up with an excuse and the judge would just keep repeating “Why? WHY?” over and over again.

ANYWAYS. Good news! He took all of three minutes to deliberate before he awarded me a restraining order. It lasts for two years with the option to renew it afterwards. I was so happy I think I felt my soul ascending right then and there.

I contemplated making new accounts, like twitter, tumblr, etc, ones that he wouldn’t know about, but eventually decided against it. I wasn’t going to keep running away because of him, you know? He probably still reads this tumblr, too. In which case, Adam, if you’re there -- sucks to be you doesn’t it? Go die maybe?

So that happened. I moved on.

The CAT(s)

When my boyfriend and I first got together seven years ago, and I went to go visit him in Vancouver, we adopted a cat together. We had her for so long, it was never just “me and him”, it was always “me, him, and Ink”.

One day she stopped being able to use her legs. They became incredibly swollen. We took her to the vet immediately. They told us she’d suffered some sort of embolism (?) and that there was nothing they could do for her. They put her down that day.

I was devastated. We had no warning -- we took her to the vet not knowing that we wouldn’t be coming home with her again. We’d had her so long that she was an integral part of me. She was an amazing cat, and I loved her with every fiber of my being. I cried for weeks about it. I felt like I had lost a child. Even typing about her now makes me a little misty eyed.

Eventually sometime later, my boyfriend and I decided that we would try to repair the loss we felt by giving another cat a home. We went to the shelter and actually ended falling for two cats, which we both took home.

I fell so in love with them. One of them was even named Jiji (Get it? From Kiki’s Delivery Service? My name is Kiki? I thought it was cute...). They were perfect cats, very sweet and affectionate. I didn’t think I’d be losing them so quickly, but then...

The BREAKUP

I’d posted about my boyfriend for a long time on here. I was with him for seven years, since I was 17 years old. He was my first serious, long term relationship, and I was head over heels in love with him. Sure we had problems, but what couple didn’t?

Sometime in the summer, after years of hard work, he’d gotten his dream job as a motion designer as Rooster Teeth. We were so happy, but it also meant moving to Austin. I might have mentioned this on here once or twice. Well, anyone wondering why I don’t live in Austin?

We had made a plan that he would move down there first and get an apartment and I would follow a couple months later, to finish out my con season. He would take the cats, it was just easier that way.

I was in the hospital recovering from surgery, completely hyped up on painkillers and other drugs, totally out of my mind, when he left. He came to see me, but I barely remember the exchange. That was the last time I saw him.

Months went by and he and I picked out an apartment together. He moved in all his stuff. I started getting my affairs in order. It was the day after ChiCon, a couple weeks before I was supposed to fly down there (tickets were already ordered) and I told him I wanted to tell him all about my weekend. So, we talked over the phone. I told him about my ChiCon adventures. Then he said he wanted to talk...

He said he wanted to break up. He said he wasn’t happy anymore. I was devastated. I was in shock, and denial. I cried, I screamed, I begged, but he was done.

Listen. There is absolutely no good reason, none at all, to break up with your partner of seven god damn fucking years over the phone. If you do this, you’re an asshole of the highest caliber. I don’t care what you have to say, don’t do this. Don’t do it.

I didn’t know what to do. I was at a complete loss. I didn’t even remember what it was like being single or not in love. I went home to see family. I checked in to a psychiatric hospital. I stopped doing anything I enjoyed. I’d lost a huge part of my identity, and the worst part was that I was still in love with him.

He kept the cats, OUR cats. I’d lost my close animal companions again for the second time that year. That hurt almost worse. (Also, he came back to our apartment for Christmas... and I was just supposed to have him stay here in the same apartment with me acting like nothing was wrong and pretend I was fine. And I wasn’t fine. [insert Katy Perry ‘you say you’re fine’ audio here])

This was around the time I stopped updating Idolon. I hated doing that you guys, and a lot of people were mad about it, but I just wasn’t ready to open up about why. Do you guys understand a little bit now? I really hated taking a break, BELIEVE ME. Idolon kept me going when other things didn’t, but I was so devastated and depressed that I just couldn’t make myself care anymore.

I also gave up using social media, including tumblr. This is why I disappeared for a while. I still haven’t gone back to facebook or twitter.

..........The KPOP

I pretty much only came back to tumblr, and that was because I discovered something that made me feel something close to happy again: Kpop! I know the appearance of Kpop was really jarring for a lot of you, and I lost a lot of followers for it (over 4k in fact, haha...). But it was something that brought me joy again for the first time in a long time. Listening to it and being invested in the groups just makes me happy.

I know, I know, there’s a running joke that people turn in to Kpop blogs out of no where, and it IS funny, but there’s a deeper reason behind it than just my interests shifting. It literally just made me want to start making/drawing/editing again. I started getting creative again. I didn’t just sit around in my apartment all day in the same sweatpants for six days straight doing nothing with my life feeling sorry for myself. BTS has a new album coming out called “You Never Walk Alone” and honestly? For someone like me, who went through hell and back in such a short amount of time, that alone makes me feel a lot of hope. I know it’s silly to feel like that over a band or album but... music has always had that way of making you feel things right?

Am I over the breakup? My cats? The stalking? No. Hell no. I’m more down than ever, but I don’t feel like ending it all anymore. I feel like I have things to look forward to again and that things will brighten up for me eventually.

I came back here because you guys have always supported me unconditionally, and you all continue to do so. I’m very lucky to have you guys. Most of you have supported my shifting interests and still support Idolon (WHICH YES, IS NOT DEAD AND IS COMING BACK!).

Anyways. This was really long, wow. I didn’t mean for it to be. But I felt like I owed you all and explanation and I got rambly with the details. By the way, I have adopted a new cat. Her name is Chihiro (yes, from Spirited Away), and I love her. And she is mine, and mine alone, and no one can take her away from me. I got a semicolon tattoo on my hand. It reminds me every day that just because I’m hurting, doesn’t necessarily mean I did anything wrong.

If you read all the way through, thank you. I’m in a better place now, even if it’s only slightly. I feel like there are reasons to go on now, and things may still be hard but... I think I’ll be okay.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m going to be okay.

#personal #boy none of this was funny at the time but looking back on it 2016 was a fucking ride #and thank you for getting through this mess if you decide to read it all #enjoy

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He says hackers entice you with a faux website online that regularly will freeze your browser, convincing you there may be a trouble.

“The nice aspect of doing is try to close the website in your browser absolutely, and in case you can’t, close the computer off,” Miller says.

Miller says there may be no way for someone to discover a plague in your PC through the internet, without you giving them manipulate. And when you supply them get right of entry to…

“They usually log in and installation some form of adware,” Miller says.

Then they’re capable of scouse borrow your non-public and monetary data. Garnish had a friend check her laptop, and now she’s preventing the fees along with her credit score card organization.

“Form of dumb for letting myself be misled… might’ve known better,” Garnish says.

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