#idk help it was just a random idea that started to brew!! and i thought the designs would be fun!

[vizziefizzie]

I had an AU brewing in my head

[prentissluvr]

OKAY SIBLING WINCHESTER THOUGHTS HAVE ARRIVED!!

like sam and dean with a younger sibling thats just a little bit closer to sam than dean??? like DONT GET ME WRONG PLEEK ☹️☹️🙏🏽🙏🏽 i love dean like so much but like sammy i feel like would be such a great big brother.

like younger sibling reader just always goes to sam first for comfort or advice or just to hang IDK but big brother!sammy 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

- alex💫

HEHE YAYYY

i mean... this is what i think about all the time because sam's my favorite! clearly lmao. i agree!!!! i think sam would be an amazing big brother. we see dean in that position a lot more (i'm talking in terms of side characters) because he has a very very natural older brother instinct because of sam. but if they have a younger sibling that they grew up with, then sam would have that naturally himself as well! he's also just quieter and more reserved so i think that plays into why we see dean acting as an older brother figure more to other characters as well. that, and they tend to be characters more aligned to dean in certain ways (like charlie and claire)

but! we also know that sam absolutely has that protective instinct, and he is a great great great older sibling (or parental) figure!! we totally see this with jack! sam's definitely better at trying to talk and figure out emotional things (not that he's great per se LOL) but he does try to help out jack, understand him, talk through things with him, and comfort him when he's having a hard time. especially when they first meet!

so i really really see a younger sibling who's closer to sam and goes to him more for advice because he's more willing to actually talk through things + gives good advice!! he's also comfortable being a comforter. he's always great at reassuring even random people when things are scary or difficult.

plus i can really imagine a youngest sibling who has interests and maybe a personality that's closer to sam! and they're likely closer in age, i imagine a two year difference! because that way, sam still wouldn't have memories of mary, along with reader, because people generally don't retain memories until about four. so that's definitely something that sam and reader would be closer over and they'd both feel that distance from john and dean. maybe reader tries to get out of the hunting life like sam did! and sam helps them <3

also!! i think a lot a lot about half-sibling!reader who by some circumstance has to stay with the boys after meeting later in their lives. and i think they'd end up closer to sam as well, once again, especially if their interests and personality align closer to sam's. generally, sam gives people a chance quicker than dean, so they wouldn't have as rocky a start. and sam would also be very aware that reader is likely struggling a lot to adjust with living with them and this life.

and this is assuming that reader grew up decently normal, so they're more likely to notice that dean sometimes does some really fucked up or not normal things (not that's sam's normal either LOL but.... sometimes dean does shit and i'm like.... huh. maybe don't.) anyways! i just think it would be easier for someone a little more normal to get closer to sam LMAO

and yeah i'm just super obsessed with older brother sam <333 i think he'd be the best!! dean's amazing, especially when reader needs an escape or the likes, but yeah! sammy <3333

TYSM FOR SENDING THIS IN MY LOVE <333 i really hope to write more winchester sibling fics soon <33 i have a few ideas brewing <3

[chibinekochan]

Um first of all wanted to say THANK YOU AMAZING AUTHOUR! Your work 10/10 👌 - also can I request a hc to the boys reacting to mc being put under a love potion, (Solomon casting it, mayhaps as a prank) but you act normal bc you already love them (true love stuff) idk I thought it would be very fluffy and cute.

Thank you so much, that is very sweet of you! 

Solomon would do something like this, shady wizard.

Asmodeus 

He is very aware of the spell, and its effects. 

Not that he ever needed to use this. 

Asmo is a little disappointed when it has 0 effect on you. 

Not that he would take advantage of you but he wouldn't mind to see you flirting with him. 

He is wondering if it doesn't work on humans, but he has seen it working before. 

What other reason could there be? 

Asmo read through the spells description and there it says, it will not work if you are already in love with the first person that you see. 

Seeing as you two are alone right now, that can only mean one thing. 

You are in love with him! Wait a second. 

Asmo feels strangely shy about this, so unlike him. 

There is only one way to know for sure. 

That is, of course, to ask you. 

"Hey say are you in love right now?" 

"You mean from the spell? I don't feel any different."

"No, I meant before that spell was cast." 

You get a bit shy. "Well I mean you know…"

"Please be honest with me."

You turn red. "Yes, I am in love right now."

Asmo knows this is a bit silly to ask bit he has to know. "So the person that you love is in this room right?" 

"Yes." You feel very shy but this might be a good opportunity to confess your feelings. "And before you ask the person I love is you." 

Asmo is a bit taken aback. He had no idea. I mean he likes you obviously and yes you two have been flirting and enjoying time together. Well now where he really thinks about it, all the signs were there. Maybe he just never thought you would fall in love with him. 

"So what about you Asmodeus?" You ask a bit shyly, hoping he feels something for you too. 

"I love you too of course. Sorry I was just a bit surprised that's all." He smiles widely and hugs you tightly. 

He will not do anything else for now, just in case the potion had an effect on you after all. 

Satan

In a twist of fate he made a love potion for Lucifer to drink, to embarrass him of course. 

Sadly you somehow thought it was lemonade and drank it. 

Satan is very worried about its effects, and slightly curious how you would be when you are love drunk.

Soon he notices that there is no change at all. 

Satan is a bit confused, he double and triple checks the ingredients and the brewing method but he did everything correctly. 

That only leaves one option : You already love him!? 

He has to let that sink in for a minute and then blushes. 

Satan has to know to be sure. "Hey this might be a strange question, but are you in love with someone?" 

"Huh, why do you ask?" You have no idea why Satan asks. 

"Well, you see this love potion doesn't work on someone who is in love." 

You start to feel embarrassed. "I mean I meant to tell you before but yeah I love someone. That someone is you. I love you Satan." You fidget a bit and turn red. 

Satan blushes as well. He was hoping for this but was honestly afraid of your answer. 

He smiles and takes your hand to calm you down. "I'm very glad to hear this. To be honest I love you too."

Now you are both bright red and smile happily. 

He will wait until the potion has no effect anymore and then asks you to date him officially. 

You agree and soon you find Satan telling anyone that you confessed your love to conveniently leaving the lovepotion out if his story. 

Leviathan

He has this collectors item lovepotion and honestly expected it to be fake. 

To your credit it looks just like a bottle of the anime themed soda that Levi currently drinks. 

You accidentally fill your cup with it and Levi's. 

You both drink it and it tastes kinda strange but to be fair most of his soda does. 

Leviathan, at least, doesn't notice. 

Later your cups are empty and Levi is filling you both up. 

He gets pale when he sees the open bottle of lovepotion. 

"Ahhh look at this!" He runs over to you, bottle in hand. "It's a lovepotion! Do you know what that means???" 

You are slightly confused. "Wait, I thought it was soda and a lovepotion? Come on, that does not really exist, right?" 

"It's genuine, trust me I know the ingredients. What are we doing now? WE SHOULD CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Levi has half of a panic attack. 

"Alright, first of all we should calm down. I mean I don't feel any different then usual. Do you?" 

"No, but who knows I mean I never took a lovepotion before. So you really feel nothing at all when you look at me? No faster beating heart or sudden urge to kiss me?" Levi seems mostly concerned but also flustered to ask you. 

"Well not more than usual at least." You blush and hope that Levi doesn't notice. 

"Wait, no more then usual? D-don't tell me… don't me you ACTUALLY… no wait you can't actually like… LIKE ME?" Levi has no clue how to react to this. 

"I don't know if now is the right time but I really like you a lot. You know not just as a friend." You feel a bit shy about confessing it right now, especially when you don't know if Levi is feeling some effects from the potion. 

Levi goes beet red. He didn't see this coming whatsoever." Oh, I thought it was just me OMG. What, like, seriously, are you seriously sure about this? I mean is this like in -  TheonetimeIbecamefriendswithademonwhowasactuallyveryniceandthenheturnesouttobeanerdandnowwesomehowgotengadedbutitisverynice?" 

"Yeah it's just like that Levi, but what about you?"

Levi still seems only seconds away from fainting. "I mean I really like you too and it's not the lovepotion. I mean you are awesome. The best thing that has ever happened to me. I mean look at me, are you really sure that you like me?" 

"Of course, I like you and it's not just that. I love you Leviathan." You smile softly at him. 

Levi gasps for air. He feels like fainting. He never thought that you could love him. 

"Really y-you l-l-love me-me?" 

"Yes, I really love you Levi. What can I do to prove it to you?" 

Levi waves his arms around. "Wait, hold on a second just… I mean wait, I need to mentally prepare myself." He takes a few breaths to calm himself down and to assure himself that this is happening. 

"Alright, you know you are my best friend right? Like a really super real best friend and I don't want to mess this up. You know… So I just gonna say this now: I love you too!" 

Levi is far from calm, he is bright red. 

You've never been more in love with him than in this very moment. "You will always be my best friend Levi. We take it slowly, step by step. How about a hug for now?" 

Levi agrees and you both hug for a while. 

It feels very good. 

Levi asks you later if you are still sure about this and you kiss him on the cheek. 

Well that settles that. 

Mammon

The spell gets cast on everyone else, but Mammon knows how this works and closes both of your eyes. 

Then somehow gets you both out of the room. 

He does not care about the chaos behind him. 

Mammon just doesn't want you to go fall for some random demon or his brothers. 

It's not gonna happen!

You are slightly confused but Mammon doesn't pull his hand from your eyes, but he also has his own eyes covered. 

So to nobody's surprise he falls over something, and you look at him and help him up. 

Well not that he minds that you fall for him now. 

It might be from a spell but hey it's better than nothing. 

Just to be safe he brings you to your room and then locks the door behind you two. 

Obviously the spell has no effect on Mammon, he has been under your spell for a long time. 

Not that you have to know that part. 

"Mammon, what just happened?" You feel slightly lost. 

"Well, that shady wizard just had to show his skills to everyone. Beats me but we are safe now. How do you feel?" 

Mammon keeps a slight distance between you two, as funny as it would be to have you all over him it just wouldn't be right. 

"Pretty normal. What kind of spell was that even?" 

"You sure no strange urges? Wanting to pounce me or something like that?" Mammon feels only slightly disappointed. 

"Pounce you? Why would I want to do that?" 

"Hahaha yeah, good question beats me… so um really nothing unusual?" Mammon keeps probing, what is he even hoping for right now? He has no idea. 

"I feel normal so will you tell me what is going on?" 

"Well Solomon cast a love spell. A pretty powerful one too. So you should feel very attracted to me right now." 

"Lovespell? Are you kidding me? Wait, wouldn't you be in love with me too?" You aren't sure if this is some prank that Mammon has pulled. 

"Well that is you know…Ummm well… AhAh yeah I'm too powerful. So it doesn't work on me."

"So Lucifer is fine right now?" 

"Ahahaha yes of course."

"So if I go back he will be completely normal?" You can see that Mammon isn't telling the truth. 

"No-No don't go, please just stay here." Mammon is sweating bullets. 

"Mammon tell me the truth!" 

He sighs. "Fine, look it doesn't work on people who are in love already."

"Wait does that mean that you love me?" You blush. 

Mammon blushes. "Hey, hey, don't jump to conclusions there."

You look at him slightly disappointed. "I thought you might feel the same way." 

"Hey, no unfair tactics like that! I mean, you know alright. You got me I admit it. I love you. Are you happy now?" Mammon looks shyly to the other side. He is confessing like he committed a crime. 

You chuckle slightly, he really is so cute sometimes. 

"Yes, thank you Mammon. I love you too." 

"No making fun of me!" He grumbles slightly. Then realization hits him. "Wait did you just say... That you love me too?" Mammon stares at you with wide eyes. 

"Yeah, of course. I love you very much!" You smile at him, glad to be able to finally admit it. 

Mammon is completely red now but he is smiling with a wide smile. 

"You know it took you long enough to say it." Mammon pouts only slightly. He is very happy right now. 

"Yeah, sometimes I'm a bit slow. So will you forgive me?" 

"Of course I will forgive you, but only this once and only if you give me a hug." 

You can tell how happy he is and you both smile like idiots. 

You give him a big hug. 

Mammon is truly glad that you both feel the same way. 

Beelzebub 

He somehow thought the lovepotion was seasoning. 

Beel uses it on the pizza he then shares with you. 

You are really grateful and it tastes really good. 

Then Solomon notices what happened and he is mortified. 

He informed you two and advises that you stay close but if anything strange happens to go into separate rooms right away. By the next morning you both will surely be normal again. 

So you you go into Beels room and wait for the promised effect. 

"It's been like an hour now, do you feel strange?" 

"No just a bit hungry but I couldn't finish eating the pizza."

"Same. Maybe we are immune?" 

"I have some snacks hold on."

"Thank you, but I meant I don't feel like I have fallen in love from the potion. Do you?" 

"Hmm I don't feel any different than usual. I mean I love you anyways so I guess I wouldn't notice the difference."

Your heart makes a small jump when you hear this. "You mean you love me like a sibling right?" 

"It's not the same as loving Belphie or my other brothers, you are different and special." Beel doesn't hesitate at all and you start to blush. 

 "You mean romantic love?" You just have to clarify. 

Beel thinks for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly you want to hear. "Yeah." He boldly states with a pleased smile, like he didn't have a word before to define the love he feels for you. 

You become a tomato. "I had no idea that you felt the same way about me."

Beel almost drops his bag of snacks. "Wait, you feel the same way?" 

"Yeah, I just thought, you know, we're more like a family, but we're not romantically involved."

"Ah, I see that was my fault since I never told you in a proper way." Beel nods knowingly. 

Then he looks you in your eyes and holds your hand. "I love you."

Your heart skips a beat. "I love you too Beel." You smile and hold his hand. 

You both feel very happy right now. 

Lucifer 

He is pretty annoyed that you got hit with the love potion that was clearly meant for him. 

Lucifer has some suspects but first he wants to take care of you. 

He brings you to his room, just to keep you from seeing anyone else. 

You have already seen him anyways and he feels responsible for this. 

So you just more or less sit in Lucifer's room while he checks for any effects on you. 

You feel completely normal. 

Lucifer would still rather keeps you in his room, just in case. 

He knows it should work on you by now, it's been 3 hours already. 

"So you don't feel any different from usual? No higher heart rate when you look at me? No sudden desire to kiss me? Nothing at all?" 

"No, Lucifer I told you already I feel normal." You feel a bit shy. 

"Are you honest with me?"

"It's no different than normal."

Lucifer steps closer to you, gauging your reaction. He looks deep into your eyes. "So you feel nothing at all when I'm this close to you?" 

Your heart beats louder. "It's not like I don't feel anything… I mean if you are this close of course I feel something. It's just not more than normal." 

"So, the symptoms I have described to you are normal to you?" Lucifer seems to probe you for some reason. 

You shift slightly around, avoiding his gaze. 

"Not normal per se. Just normal when it comes to you."

Lucifer seems to be very pleased with this reply, a small smile is on his face. 

Belphegor

He had planned to use the lovepotion to humiliate Lucifer. 

He didn't think that Lucifer would give you the tea, since apparently it's your favorite type.

Sadly, Belphie only notices it after you have already drank a cup.

Lucky enough he is the first person you see. 

Actually a pretty lucky twist of fate. 

He always wanted to see you being love stuck. 

Maybe even flirting with him. 

Belphie brings you to his room, with some sort of excuse. 

You go along since you enjoy hanging out with him. 

You both play a game and just enjoy being together. 

Belphie doesn't see a change in the way you behave at all. 

It's been like  2 hours by now you should be all over him. 

"What they say is, do you feel any different than usual?" 

"No, everything is normal. Why do you ask?" 

"Hmm are you sure? I mean you got no urge to kiss me or anything?" 

You blush, thinking he might have figured out how you feel about him. "No-no, not really. Is there a reason you ask?"

Belphie leans closer to you and looks you deep into your eyes. Causing you to blush more and slightly shift around. 

"Nothing really, but you do behave a bit suspiciously." Belphie looks at you like he wants to see into your mind. 

"You are the one that behaves suspiciously." You turn your head away from him. 

"So, if I would kiss you what would you say to that?"

"You shouldn't tease me like that. You might end up breaking my heart."

"Your heart? Now this is interesting."

"Stop playing around and tell me what is going on Belphie." 

He sighs. "Alright. You had some lovepotion but I guess it didn't work on you."

"What? Why would you give me that?" Hearing this is very upsetting to you. 

"I didn't mean to give it to you. Please, you have to believe me."

"Why didn't you just tell me? You promised to tell me everything." This stings a bit. 

Belphie can see that you are disappointed in him. "I'm sorry. I just thought it would be fun to see you flirting with me or being in love with me."

You shake your head. "I can't believe this Belphie. If you wanted that you could have asked."

"I can't just ask for you to fall in love with me."

"Well yeah, but you know what, I love you. You are really such an idiot sometimes."

You still feel pretty upset. 

"Wait, can you repeat that?" Belphie is taken aback by your casual confession. 

"The part of you being an idiot?" You pout. 

"I know that part, I mean the part of you loving me."

"I'm still mad at you, you know." 

"I know I'm really sorry. Please forgive me." He bows in front of you. He is very sincere. "Just please tell me if you still love me?" 

"I love you Belphie." 

He smiles at you. "I'm so glad to hear this." 

He seems very giddy. 

"So what about you?" You ask, a bit shy. 

"What about me?" He plays innocent. 

"Belphie, you are on thin ice." You playfully narrow your eyes at him. 

He laughs. "Alright. Alright." He takes a breath. "I love you."

You smile at him. "Was that so hard?" 

"Yes, it almost killed me." He smiles brighter than you have ever seen him. 

You smile too and then you hug. 

You stay together the whole night and talk for most of it.

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[pappydaddy]

I Wanna Know What It’s Like (f.w.)

A/N: So, I am going to start making new Masterlists and today I was supposed to start them, but I’ve had this idea for an imagine in my head for weeks now so I am writing it instead. I also couldn’t choose who to write this for so I’m doing multiple variations of this for different characters and stuff. I decided to do Fred first bc my other Fred imagine was really sad so this is a way to make up for that unnecessary sadness.

I am also testing out a new scene divider, idk if I’ll like it, but we’ll see! This is a repost bc the tags weren’t working the first time a posted which was upsetting and I really hope that they work this time. This is another repost (last one for a while if this one doesn’t get any feedback or the tags don’t work). 

Anyway, Enjoy!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader  

Fandom: Harry Potter

Inspo: The Tik Tok audio for Let’s Be Friends by Emily Osment, links to the song below so you don’t have to search for it like I had to 😂

                  - The song the Tik Tok audio is cut from                   - Slowed version I found and really like

Warnings: None except making out I guess. Some NSFW hints and thoughts. Like downright sinful thoughts. Hints towards a kinky reader? (Is that even a warning? And is wanting to be completely railed a kink? Is it?)

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Y/n couldn’t seem to pull her eyes from the red-head seated next to his identical twin. The pair of them sitting farther down the Gryffindor table than Y/n and her friends. The hall was silent as all the students were working on their essays, being monitored by Snape, but the greasy Potions Master nor the rules silenced the twins - them having found a loophole that let them annoy the largely hated Professor. There was a rule about no talking, but he couldn’t punish them if they never spoke actual words, could he? From where she sat, she could hear their loud grunts and hums from their wordless conversation with each other.

She didn’t understand the sudden fascination with the Weasley boy. It confused her since when she had left Hogwarts last year, she found him annoying, but alas, once she laid eyes on him for the first time this year at the Welcoming Feast, something had changed. She definitely couldn’t pin-point it to save her soul. Maybe it was the fact that he had grown his hair out, but then she’d also be attracted to his twin since he had done the same. Could it have been that she finally developed her attraction to bad boys? Was she looking to spice up her dating life since her past boyfriends had been quite lackluster with their golden-boy attitudes? Whatever it was, it made her question her sanity since this was Fred Weasley she was talking about. The same boy who decided it would be funny to throw a large Dungbomb into her dorm in First Year. She had stunk for a good two weeks along with the only other girl that was in her room at the time.

“L/n,” The monotone drawl of Snape made her feel like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over her - which she was thankful for since she could sense her thoughts for the red-head were about to take a steamier turn. Gulping, she slowly turned her head to look at the scowling man donned in black. “I suspect that you’re done your essay already since you certainly do not look like you’re working on it anymore. Didn’t take you to be too keen about potions based on your unsuccessful potion brewing.” His voice was slow and sharp, showing that he was not in the mood to even be pleasant to Gryffindors.

“Almost, sir. Just a bit distracted. Sorry, Professor.” She shrunk under his hardening glare, realizing that he probably didn’t want her to answer his statement.

“Five points from Gryffindor for talking, L/n.” Snape sneered making Y/n’s jaw fall in shock. Her eyes stared up at him in disbelief. He was the one who talked to her first!

“But I was just-”

“Another five points from Gryffindor, need I take more?” Snape asked in a threatening tone, his frame seeming to grow and tower over the girl, intimidating her. She gulped, shaking her head nervously, remaining silent. She might not be someone who thought things through before acting, but she certainly did learn from her mistakes - usually after the second time. With a nod and a flick of his long cloak, Snape stalked along the table, glaring at the Weasley twins as they continued on with their nonsense, pushing his buttons as he waited for the moment one of them slipped up. Huffing as she casted one last glance towards Fred, she couldn’t help letting the question slip through her lips.

“When did he get hot?” Her eyes widened when she realized she muttered the words out loud. Her friends looked up from their own essays, snickering at the red-faced Gryffindor. A few other Gryffindors looked up at the girl in confusion, but she noticed that her quiet voice hadn’t reached the students near the Twins. She let out the breath she held, thinking that she was safe from embarrassment from Fred hearing and Snape hearing, but her false sense of security was yanked out from under her.

“Another five points from Gryffindor, Miss L/n!” She cringed, peeking up to see Snape glaring at her from the middle of the Great Hall. A groan emitted from her before her forehead fell against where she thought her pile of parchment and books were only for it to thud against the wooden table harshly. She didn’t react, only hissing and scrunching her face in pain but otherwise keeping her head down.

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Saturday was the day of relaxation. Where you ignore all your problems like the load of homework you had due on Monday. The day was designed for this, putting everything off and worrying about it on Sunday when you had a pile of work that needed to be done in the single day. Y/n was the queen of blissful Saturday ignorance which is why it was so surprising to see her sitting outside, staring blankly at the lake (at least they thought it was the lake) as she clearly worried about something. Her friends, in turn, ended up breaking their Saturday tradition to worry about their friend.

In reality, Y/n wasn’t staring at a wall and she really wasn’t worried about anything. As her and her friends sat under the shade of a large tree, the Weasley Twins were tossing something into the lake. She was sure they were up to something, but that wasn’t on her mind. What was on her mind was the fact that she was still trying to figure out why she liked Fred Weasley. She had figured her feelings for the boy when she saw him flirting with some random Ravenclaw Prefect to create a distraction for George to slip past the Prefect and place their product in her bag that sat on the floor by her feet. Before realizing what the two masterminds had plotted, she felt a wave of unfamiliar anger flaring in the pit of her stomach - something she later diagnosed as jealously.

Her thoughts were definitely clouded with steamy thoughts that could be the contents of a dirty movie. As her eyes scanned over the tall boy standing at the shore of the lake, laughing mischievously with his twin, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was different than her past experiences. He was a flirt, he talked a big game, but when it got down to it, did he really know how to please her? Did he know how to make her scream louder than she ever has? Would he be scared to hurt her or would he not think twice to push her into the mattress and completely destroy her? “Y/n!” Her friend shoved her, making her almost topple over. Snapping her once glazed-over eyes to her friend, she saw her friend group blinking at her expectantly.

“What,” She asked, clearing her throat when her words came out too high to be played off as normal. The friend that had pushed her shared a concerned look with the others before looking back at the wide-eyed girl whose cheeks had become tinted with pink when she retraced her thoughts. “What do you want Cami?”

“We were talking about Cedric and asked you a question-” Another friend, Alyssa, popped into the conversation. Cedric, Hogwarts Heartthrob and Golden-boy. When Y/n broke up with Roger Davis, they were sure her and Cedric would pair up, they were the most attractive students at Hogwarts, they would be the power couple - it must have been destined. Y/n was even convinced that they would end up dating this year, but once she caught sight of Fred, that all went out the window. She wasn’t entirely convinced that it was entirely the oldest twin’s doing since when Y/n saw Cedric on the platform before boarding the train, she questioned what all the fawning was about. Sure, he was attractive, but he was too good. If she had dated him, she’d probably end up bored of the relationship just like the others.

“Repeated it ten times, too.” Her Hufflepuff friend, Sophie, spoke up.

“We wanted to know when you guys were going to get together? Word has it, Cho and him have been talking, you might want to jump on him when you have a chance! Ask him to the Yule Ball!” Cami regained control of the conversation. Y/n shrugged, opening her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by her other friend pointing off towards the lake.

“Look! Janet Green is going to ask Fred to the Yule Ball,” Alyssa exclaimed in a hushed, gossipy voice. Y/n instantly looked towards the lake to see the same Ravenclaw Prefect Fred flirted with approaching the snickering twins. “I heard she’s been plucking up the courage for days. Poor girl, hope he says yes. It’d be awfully embarrassing to be turned down after it’s all she’s been talking about!” She gushed in a fake sympathetic tone. She lived for drama and gossip, no matter what Fred answered, it’d be good for her since she’d be able to spread the news.

The group watched, Y/n hoping that Fred would say no. Janet started to talk, nervously playing with the ring on her pointer finger as she talked to him, George watching with a playful smirk on his face still. Y/n took in the younger twin’s form, seeing his shoulders shaking ever so slightly with smothered laughter, the smirk on his face saying that he knew the answer his brother was going to give. Y/n furrowed her brows as he obviously enjoyed the situation his brother was being placed in. “I can’t watch this-” Sophie gasped, being cut off.

“Be quiet, they’ll know we’re watching!” Alyssa hissed at her, whacking her with the muggle magazine her mother sent her. The snap of the magazine resulted in George flicking his eyes up to the group, all of their eyes widening, but his smirk just grew more and they could clearly see a sparkle in his eyes when he noticed Y/n staring intently down at the group. They could all see that his eyes stayed on her for a solid second, singling her out before he sent her a knowing wink before he looked back at his stammering twin.

“That,” Sophie breathed out. “Did not go well, poor girl.” She finished with a real sympathetic sigh.

“Yeah,” Alyssa let out a fake sigh before smiling brightly. “I’ve got to go tell Alicia Spinnet, she owes me ten sickles!” And with that, she scrambled up and was running towards the castle.

“Alyssa, no! You’ll embarrass the poor girl further!” Sophie gasped, chasing after her Gryffindor friend. Cami watched the two runoff, but Y/n couldn’t be bothered with them. She was too busy trying to decode what had just happened. From her thoughts to George’s wink. It was all like a secret code. She watched closely as George poked fun at Fred once the embarrassed Ravenclaw was far enough away. She hummed, noticing George trying to discretely point towards her as he tried to convince Fred of something. She could see Fred’s hair blowing slightly, the flaming hair looking smooth. Suddenly, her mind was clouded once again, imagining how it feels to have him press her up against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, their lips locked together in a heated kiss, their tongues invading each other’s mouth, her fingers tangled in the locks of fire-

“What are you doing, Y/n,” Cami asked, snapping her out of her daydream. She looked over at her friend to see her with furrowed brows. “You were,” She paused, looking disturbed by the next word she was going to say. “Moaning, I think?” She wasn’t even sure what Y/n was doing. Y/n would have normally flushed in embarrassment, but it seemed like her mind had a different plan. She wanted to know what the big deal about Fred Weasley was about. There must be something about him that she wanted, why else would she be plagued with these curiosities? She can’t even look at the guy without suddenly wondering something about him. She wanted to know how his lips tasted, to know if his hair was soft, if her fingers could glide right through his locks without getting caught on any tangles. She wanted to know everything her mind was wondering.

“I’m going to go get answers, that’s what.” She told her friend, making Cami more confused as she stood up, her eyes on Fred and George. George, seeing that Y/n was storming her way over, looking like she was on a mission quickly told his brother who seemed to freeze before turning around to see that his brother was telling the truth. After a second of shock, he plastered his normal smirk on his lips, but Y/n could see the nervousness in his eyes. She had studied that smirk since the beginning of the year after all.

Cami watched in shock and confusion as her friend marched up to Fred, standing in front of him. The tall boy looked down at her, his smirk still on his face (looking normal to her) as Y/n craned her neck to look at his face. “Hey, Fred.” Y/n smiled, completely unsure of how she was doing this. Her inner self was having a complete meltdown, her brain being overridden with confidence.

“Hello, Y/n.” He perked an eyebrow at the girl, feeling her confidence rolling from her, a stark difference from Janet a mere few minutes ago. She hummed, a smirk that she didn’t even know she could produce stretching onto her face. It was like she wasn’t even in control of her body, she was being driven by her sheer attraction to the boy standing in front of her.

“Let’s be friends so we can make out,” She came right out with it, Fred’s smirk falling as he nearly choked on his own spit, taken back by her statement. “You’re hot, I wanna know what it’d be like. We can go to the Yule Ball, sneak away to make out in a dark hallway,” She shrugged, her eyes glistening with the normal flirtatious sparkle Fred held in his. “Don’t you wanna know what it’d be like to make out with someone who has only been with good guys? Show me the wild side?” She stepped closer to him, her hand skimming his hip as she did so, her hip bone hitting just below his hip due to the height difference.

Fred was silent, his pupils completely blown as he processed what was going on. Her confidence faltered slightly, but she then remembered all the flirting tips she had read in Alyssa’s magazines. Walk away, leave them wanting more. She picked the dropped confidence up, adding more onto the surge she was miraculously given somehow. “If you want to take me up on the offer, you know where to find me.” She rolled up onto the balls of her feet, pressing a soft kiss to the skin close to Fred’s mouth while still being able to say it was the cheek before spinning around and sauntering back towards stunned Cami. It took everything in her to fight against her inner self that wanted to die right there not to drop the smirk, hoping that he’d come after her once he got over his shock.

The hand wrapping around her wrist didn’t surprise her, she almost knew it was coming. In a swift movement, she was whirled back around, facing Fred who panted slightly, a flirty smirk on his face as he gazed down at her. “I think I’ll take the offer,” He hummed, his eyes dropping down to look at her lips, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip hungrily. “You and me, the Yule Ball and a dark hallway, see you then.” He pressed a kiss to the very corner of her lips, regaining his confidence before releasing her wrist and walking back towards the lake where his brother smiled proudly. She watched him, the corners of her lips feeling the aftershocks of having his lips touch her. Cami walked up to stand beside her, looking at Fred and George as well.

“Guess you’re gonna need to get a really sexy dress now,” She commented, nodding absentmindedly. Y/n hummed in agreement, stunned that it had worked and that she had actually just did that. “Now I know why you’re a Gryffindor,” She added on before grabbing Y/n’s arm and dragging her back to the castle. “Come on, we need to make a list for possible dresses and Alyssa owes me the ten sickles Alicia is giving her.”

[watch-grok-brainrot]

hey!! i'm back again with another ask! (god please tell me if i'm annoying? i just want to send you as many asks as i can but if i get too annoying, pls tell me off) my questions today are, what are your top 3 songs from the cql ost and what tea do you not like? like, is there a tea you don't like? also, is there a tea you like in particular? what cdramas have you watched besides cql?? - ❄🐇

hey snowbunny! you’re not annoying! i really appreciate you being so engaged with the mdzsnetcc event! :D 

cql ost fav songs: the characters songs for jiang cheng, lan xichen, and wei wuxian. they’re all so pretty and so sad. bu wang kinda  annoys me with the epic orchestra thing in the middle and wuji almost makes the cut but it’s just not as depressing as the others. though wei wuxian’s character song does lose points for the duet part that has a female voice and not yibo singing along... alas. 

i don’t like lipton? lol. so most ctc blends i’m meh on... but i don’t add milk and sugar to my tea for the most part so i need something that works well by itself and most ctc teas are made for british style drinking. 

i like many teas in particular. particularly their aroma and texture. some are light and airy and sweet. some are heavy and grounding. some are earthy and warming and smooth. i love so many teas for so many reasons. i can’t even begin to explain. i think high elevation taiwanese oolongs with crisp sweet and floral notes are a style that i will always love and always hold dear to my heart. 

i used to be really into BPAL (black phoenix alchemy lab) because i like the idea of smells carrying memories for people. and i like the idea of being able to differentiate smells and remember how things blend together to form flavors and then, in extension, feelings. so i got really into bpal -- which is an indie perfume company-- and started collecting samples (imps). in all of that i started getting better at picking out certain smell objects (e.g. rose or orange or honey etc) and really loving how bpal smells different wet in bottle, wet on me, dry on me, and dry at the end of a day. 

and then i realized tea has a lot of those qualities. it tastes different piping hot and kinda hot and warm and cooled. it has layers and dimensions. when you gongfu brew you can almost parse out the layers of flavors and really experience isolated snapshots of the tea as a whole. i liken it to chromatography for the chemistry folk. and in some ways tea became the merging of my nerdy science self and smell obsessed self and my gluttonous self. so it was a good fit. also booze. but booze is less.. socially acceptable to drink 24/7. :P

wow. that got long. oops. 

anyway, cdramas. omg. uh... a lot. i’m chinese so i grew up watching stuff... like i’ve been watching cdramas for a LONG time. (note: i went on a long ramble and i’m kinda sorry so don’t feel obligated to read all of this... ) i watched the mainland china’s version of journey to the west (made in 1986 i think.. go them on video tapes borrowed from idk where in the early 90s... the one episode i wanted to watch the most didn’t work. i was devastated).  and then a lot of wuxia shows -- mostly jin yong stuff. i remember i was 8 or 9 and watched a few eps of condor heroes. my parents finished the show without me. i was pissed. and at some point i watched dream of red mansion and romance of three kingdoms. both classics made into cdramas. and then i remember when zhao wei was in princess pearl. and i also watched 情深深雨蒙蒙 with basically the same cast... and a lot of other wuxia shows that came out around that time..uh.. early 2000s. i remember watching some show with zhou xun in it too around that time... and trying to find more stuff with zhang ziyi. man... zhou xun, zhao wei, and zhang ziyi were and are still all so pretty! and then i watched liu yifei (of live action mulan infamy) back in 2003(?) when she was in a few jin yong novel based show roles. and then um... i kinda got annoyed with the constant remake of those stories so i stopped watching them. but i did enjoy 天龙八部 and 笑傲江湖. seriously, i would watch the crap out of a 笑傲江湖 starring xiao zhan... but the novels were written in the 60s/70s and rather not LGBT friendly so i’m also fine with them never getting remakes... and then there was the meteor garden craze. i watched that, part of teh sequel (which wasn’t very good) and a few shows the actors were in... i really liked the MARS manga and was sad that the taiwanese adaptation of it as a show was meh. and around 2013-2014ish i started watching random crap... uh... like my first time seeing luo yunxi (who plays the white cat master aka chu wanning in hao yi xing / the erha live action) was in 何以笙箫默. and i was so confused by how weirdly they styled the poor man. he did not look good. the stying really emphasized his facial features to make his face look unbalanced. and i binged a few other shows while trying to write my thesis. i don’t remember them all. and then there was NiF and i also watched the Disguiser and some other random stuff as part of that rabbit hole. i thought “when a snail falls in love” was really cute even if the story wasn’t really that good. idk. i now put cdramas on in the bkgd while making gifs. so i’ve “watched” eternal love, ashes of love (DO NOT RECOMMEND. but skip around for luo yunxi being pretty i guess), love o2o. i’m currently seriously watcihng Ever Night. it’s so freaking good and king’s avatar (also on netflix) is my gif making bkgd. i have a soft spot for how pretty yang yang is... yeah. knowing the language helps me get through shows. lol. 

do you watch other cdramas snowbunny?

[self-excellence]

FIX YOUR SLEEPING SCHEDULE (1-2 months)

Try to wake up earlier every day. Like 5 - 10 min earlier than the day before. Until you wake up any time before 8am or so…

If you struggle with waking up & snooze button is your bff:

Put your alarm clock as far away from the bed as possible.

Drink a glass of water right after you wake up.

Pour another glass of water on yourself right after you wake up.

Prepare some coffee the night before (try the cold brew method), leave it by your bedside, drink it after you wake up. Alternatively, buy some caffeine pills and take one right after waking up with a big glass of water.

Have your blinds/curtains open the night before, so that it’s bright after you wake up.

Try to go to bed 5-10 min earlier than the night before.

Track how many hours of sleep you’re getting. Aim to get at least 7h per day or 49h per week. 

Increase your sleeping hours incrementally. Aim to get at least 1h of sleep more than the previous week. For example, if this week you slept for 41hrs, aim to get an extra hour of sleep next week, so it’s 42h. Once you get enough hours of sleep and wake up early-ish:

Try to keep your sleeping schedule consistent. It is really important to go to bed and wake up at the same time every day. Even if it’s weekend. Or even if that means getting less than 7hrs of sleep that day. I’d say waking up at the same time everyday is the most important step, which will help you the most with fixing your sleeping schedule.

START EATING HEALTHY (1-2 months)

This step really depends from person to person, but firstly I suggest you take some blood tests to see if you have any deficiencies, etc. Especially, if you struggle with cravings.  

Try intermittent fasting, if you struggle with binge eating or overeating. As it will help you to learn to listen to your body better: when it’s hungry, when it’s full, etc. It’s really simple, there are many methods of Intermittent fasting, but I’d suggest 16/8 for the beginners. (Google it for more info)

DRINK ALL THE WATER. Again, if you’re not drinking enough water, try to level up your water game incrementally. Download some water tracking app on your phone to help you. Drinking water will make you more energetic, increase your metabolism, and decrease you appetite (among many more benefits). If you really struggle with meeting your water intake:

Reward yourself when you meet your daily/weekly goals.

Drink through the straw - idk why, but you are going to drink much more if you use a straw. Trust me.

Get a nice water bottle. 

Flavour your water with fruits etc.

Check this video for more tips

Track what you eating. I would really suggest tracking your meals for around a month. Because, most of the time people have no idea that what they’re eating is unhealthy. Again, download an app to your phone for that.

Make your own meals once in a while. Not only this will save you money, but it’ll help you to see what’s really going into your body. Start by doing that once a week and build it up depending how much time and energy you have.

Eat less meat and more veggies/fruits. Go to your local market and buy some veggies/fruits, you have never tried before. I’m sure you’ll find your new favs. Eat/buy less meat. Not only it’s good for the environment, but it is good for you, too. Get a veggie burger instead of the beef one, etc.

Cut dairy. Find your new favourite milk substitute. Advice: Oat milk is really good with the tea and oatmeal/porridge; hazelnut milk is amazing on it’s own; cashew milk goes well with cereals.

Learn more about nutrition in general. It will help you to make better food choices and it will make eating healthy much easier in general, because once you understand all the chemistry behind the food and what it does to your body, you kinda don’t want to make yourself feel worse. Here are some free resources: - Human nutrition course from Alison.com - Crash course Metabolism&Nutrition: Part 1 and Part 2 - The Health Nerd’s YouTube Playlist about nutrition - What I’ve Learnt YouTube Playlist - Human nutrition course from Alison.com - Crash course Metabolism&Nutrition: Part 1 and Part 2 - The Health Nerd’s YouTube Playlist about nutrition

GET PHYSICALLY FIT (2-6 months)

Define your goals. Do you want to lose weight, do you want to get stronger, gain weight, be able to climb the stairs without losing your breath, run 5k?

Remember - you’re half-way through. Being physically fit has a lot to do with what you put into your body. So, if you fulfilled the previous step of eating healthy - you are halfway through!

Make a plan. A Reasonable plan. Be honest with yourself. Alternatively, there are many already-made plans if you’re feeling lazy. Like, Couch to 5k for running,  Beginners 30-day exercise guide, 30 days of yoga, etc.

Start small. Like, 5 min exercise in the morning. Or doing 10 sit ups per day. Don’t do anything overwhelming, like running 5k everyday if you haven’t run for the past 5 years.

Make sure that you kinda like what you’re doing. If you absolutely hate running - don’t do it. Hate doing sit ups in the morning? Try some yoga instead.

Explore until you find what you like. You don’t have to go to gym to get fit, especially if you hate it. Find a type of exercise, which you actually like. Maybe it’s dancing or hiking, taking your dog for a walk. Sign up for several trial lessons of various sport clubs. Ditch ‘em if you have them until you find something that you love. Stick with that.

Do the small changes in your everyday life. Stairs>Escalator, Walk>Drive, Do some squats while brushing your teeth, switch from regular desk to standing desk, etc…  Find ways to incorporate being active into your everyday life

Track your effort instead of your progress. You cannot really control your progress that much (especially if your goal was to lose weight). However, you can always control your effort. So track it instead. This will leave you more motivated. As you will be able to see that you can do more and more everyday. Whereas, if you tracked your progress, you may not always get the result you hoped for, which might demotivate you and make you upset, wanting to quit.

BEAT DEPRESSION

Do the previous 3 steps and you’re halfway through as mental health depends a lot on the physical health.

See a therapist/doctor. Depression is an illness requiring medical treatment. So, get it. Remember:  there is absolutely no fucking shame in having a mental illness.

Get some extra support. Talk to your friends or family. Or maybe someone on the internet.

Write it out. If you don’t want to talk - write down your thoughts. It can be just as helpful. It’ll help you to understand yourself better, see problems in your thinking, etc. Buy a cheap notebook (or expensive one, up to you) and start a journal. Try being consistent by writing every morning or evening or both, but DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF if you miss some entries. Read through your past entries. Analyse them. Extract the lessons.

Distract yourself from yourself. Get someone/something to take care of, so that you can, for a moment, stop thinking about yourself. E.g, get a plant, or a dog, or a fish and focus on keeping them alive and well.

Self-care day. Dedicate at least one day per week for self-care. Take yourself out to a museum or some fancy cafe, do some stuff you like, whatever your hobbies are, do some physical self care: bath, face mask, manicure, etc., listen to some nice music, watch a film…..

STOP PROCRASTINATION

Celebrate your victories instead of mourning over your loses. So the only thing you’ve done today was write one sentence for your 20 page essay? Amazing! Buy yourself a candy for that!! I mean, you could’ve done nothing, but you didn’t - you wrote that one sentence and that’s worth celebrating.  Redefine the success - doing something is a hundred million times better than doing nothing.

Do it for only 2 minutes. If there’s an important thing you’ve been putting off for a while, tell yourself that you will only spend 2 minutes on doing it. If after 2 minutes you don’t want to do it anymore, great, stop it. However, after 2min. you actually might want to do more. No pressure either way.

Track your productivity. Track how much time you’ve been productive that day. Try to increase that time by a little bit every day.

Always forgive yourself. So, it’s been a week and you’ve done nothing? Don’t sweat it. Let it go. Blaming yourself will bring you absolutely nothing. Nothing good will come out of your negativity on yourself. So stop it. Forgive yourself and start again. And again, if you need to. Never stop trying. Always pick yourself after you fall. Beating procrastination and increasing your discipline is a skill. And all skills can be build on. There is nothing in you stopping you from changing. Remember that.

LEARN HOW TO DO TAXES (1h - 1 day)

Go to google.com.

Type in: “How to do taxes *the name of the country you’re living in*”

Read the results.

Alternatively, if you like socialising, ask some adults, whom you know, about it. Trust me, older people love teaching us youngsters. Learn all the lessons you can from them.

GET MENTALLY STRONG ENOUGH TO MAKE PHONE CALLS

Remember that just as with beating procrastination, making phone calls is a skill. And, again, skills can be learnt.

Get a new SIM card.

Top it up.

Dial some random numbers and pretend to be a salesman, selling whatever you like.. E.g., trying to sell broadband, cable tv, trying to get people to donate for some charity… Or whatever really… Me and some friends used to pretend we’re selling kittens or wood logs. Alternatively, you can pretend that you dialed a wrong person and talk about whatever, e.g. “Hey, Jess!! You wont believe what I saw today!! *start telling a made-up story*…”

If you get uncomfortable - just drop the call. No consequences whatsoever.

Repeat until you build up your game and your phone-call anxiety starts to diminish.

SLAY THOSE BITCHES Congratulations, now you’re ready to take over the world! Got get ‘em!!

(before reblogging, check the updated version of this post here)

[a-trainers-tale]

Nyz paid request

:: nyz ::  Hello!! I would like to request for a paid pokemon trainer description!! I'm sorry in advance for the long messages that are about to ensue but I hope they can give you a clear depiction of who I am and will make your decisions easier and more precise!! uwu  I'm a 20yo Leo girl who's studying Biomedical Engineering and Arts (with an English major!!) in Syd. I used to be a guitarist in a high school band and am in general more of an independent individual than a leader/follower.   1/8

I'm a shy person but some of my friends say I exude a quiet confidence HAHAHHAH. Other ways my friends/family have described me include: smart, kind, awkward, cute, determined, hardworking, creative and being a happy virus. I generally do well in my studies and am particularly good in Physics and English! However my flaws include: being too playful at times till it accidentally gets someone hurt, usually running late, having terrible mood swings and being a lil too competitive at times   2/?

(esp towards my younger siblings unfortunately) and being extremely indecisive!  I love writing but I have a problem of keeping within word limits. I love spending time with my dogs, being up early and generally don't mind waking up early but I like my mornings quiet and calm as I enjoy my breakfast hahahhah. I tend to work out quite a lot and particularly love cycling! I generally spend a lot of time in my room but I love fun social events like parties and weddings (I'm not sure why??).  3/?

I love cartoons/animated films a lot idk why but they give me a sense of relief from all my stress and they just make me feel good after watching them?? I also love creating random customized stuff like designing a birthday cake for my brother or creating a specialty dish for Mother's Day. Things I don't like include: loud noises, inconsiderate people, snails, being looked down upon, judgemental and close-minded people, presentations in front of large crowds and chocolate (sorry!!).  4/?

Some aesthetics of mine include: the colors of fall, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked bread, glass/transparency, deep ideas, hugging a dog (most furry animals), being in the middle of a bustling city, the serenity at dawn, wrapped up in your blanket watching your favorite tv show at night, getting work done at a cafe, hugs, nyc apartments and theme parks.  5/?

My favorite food include pumpkins, Marie biscuits, cereal, artisan bread, almond milk, eggs with runny yolks, tomatoes, brocolli, mushrooms, bibimbap, sashimi salads, deli sandwiches, bruschetta, prawn dumplings, tiramisu, tangerines and flat rice noodle soups. My favorite books include Looking For Alaska by John Green and the Fire and Flood series by Victoria Scott. My favorite movies are Pitch Perfect (1&2 were good but 3 was kinda disappointing),   6/?

The Devil Wears Prada, Wreck-It-Ralph, Inception, Enchanted, Kiki's Delivery Service, the new Jumanji movies and Little Women. Fandom life is a big part of who I am hahhahah. My favorite TV Show is Friends (cliche ik) but also some animated series ahahhahh.  The reason I love Pokemon is probably bc it was a significant part of my childhood and the nostalgia just brings me back to those times when life was simpler(?). Also I ADORE the creativity and thought behind each Pokemon/character and  7/8

how it has created such a vivid, imaginative and yet not so farfetched world for the audience! The fact that it still has such a large and active following also makes me feel connected to a lot of people somehow :) Being a Pokemon trainer has always been a dream of mine for sure!! :')  Thank you so much for taking your time to go through this! I apologize in advance for the length and hope u know you're making one of my childhood dreams come true in a way uwu  Have an amazing day!!  8/8

Trainer class: Fairy tale girl

You walk to the beat of your own drum, but in a somewhat subdued way most of the time. Onlookers might think you to be a bit eccentric but also a bit quiet. In battle, you can be ferocious and emotional but also playful and excitable. You love inserting creativity into your daily life and you love being able to see the best in all pokemon. You have a lot of energy and can come across as being somewhat childish when you are in a playful mood, but when you are feeling more studious you can be an intimidating level of intelligence. Your quiet and playful nature can seem contradictory to some who don’t know you, but your pokemon have come to be able to read your moods quite easily and adjust their own behavior accordingly. You have a very fun relationship with other trainers you have bonded with and you have a very fun life with your pokemon who support you in everything you do. You cook with your pokemon often and you explore new hobbies and interests with them on the regular. You also love to escape into worlds that aren’t your own, so you consume a lot of creative media and chase after intellectual pursuits that suit your interests quite often. Your pokemon love you as a trainer but their also love you as family and would do anything to protect your playful smile and inquisitive mind. 


Starter: Eevee

Your starter pokemon is Eevee. Eeevee is a very unique pokemon and a notoriously indecisive pokemon in the ways that it can evolve. Eeevee is inquisitive and a perfect fit for your excitability. You and eevee are a wonderful match for exploring and learning new things together. Eeevee will never judge you and will always stand by your side when you need it and when you want to have fun. Eevee has a lot of energy, so you might end up spending a lot of your own energy calming it down enough to go to bed at night. Eevee has many different ways of evolving, so it will be a challenge to get it to land on one, but earn its trust and it will love you forever.


Partner: Mareep

Mareep is a very soft pokemon, both in the emotional sense and in the physical sense. You will want to wear gloves of some kind before rubbing Mareep's fur too much, but regular snuggling is welcome and safe. Mareep is a very kindly and considerate pokemon and, if treated well, will grow into Ampharos who is able to act as a guiding light for travelers and lost people and pokemon. Mareep acts as a comfort for you, though it does not participate in any battling that you do since it is somewhat faint of heart. Keep it close to you and it will help you keep calm and support you in return. 

Team: Sylveon (starter), Celesteela, Zebstrika, Exploud, Phanpy

Hometown: Circhester, Galar

Your hometown is Circhester in the Galar region. Circhester is a somewhat large town that a lot of tourists move through. It is a historical town full of statues and buildings that have been around for a long time, but it has also kept up with recent trends enough to not seem old. Circhester is home to the Hero’s Bath, which is the pride of the town. From growing up here, you learned a lot of history and you have learned a lot about all of the people who have lived and moved around in Circhester. This gave you a natural curiosity and an interest in learning more about other people and about what it means for pokemon to be strong and for a trainer to be brave. Circhester gave your interest in bonding with people and also gave you your warm aesthetic sense. 


Battle style: Playful and intimidating

You are quite a rambunctious trainer and tend to go your own way. You prefer the paths that look less traveled, quite literally. You will find yourself lost sometimes, looking for places to find interesting pokemon you haven’t met before or interesting people. You are the kind of trainer that one would run into deep in the corner of a forest lifting rocks to try and find something interesting. Your inquisitive mind and high level of playfulness makes you a very fun person to battle, as long as you aren’t in a competitive mood in which case you can be a fierce and emotional opponent. You have been known to yell and get very into battles, which spurs on your own pokemon and tends to act as an intimidation factor for your opponent’s. You are a strong and independent rival to many other trainers who started at the same time as you, and you compete with them not only in battle but also intellectually and in terms of the knowledge you have accumulated in your travels. You want to find new things to learn but you also dive deeply into new things that interest you, so you have a lot of knowledge about a lot of things pertaining to pokemon and the people around you. You connect with trainers who you battle with, and so you have a large amount of numbers in your phone for people who want rematches or who want to tell you new things they learned. Your energy spurs your pokemon on during battle and brings you new connections with pokemon and with people, never lose your passion and always allow yourself to let lose during battle so that you and your pokemon can have as much fun as possible.

[tanoraqui]

I just wanted you to know that I just read all your hellmurder castle 'verse posts and I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCH

what you have to understand about my Hellmurder Castle AU (Homestuck set in the world of Girl Genius, if you haven’t read it) is that it was born specifically from my spite exasperation with all the long, epic AUs about either only the trolls or the trolls + beta kids, with alpha kids appearing as background characters at best and often not at all. Many of these fics are great, and many of them were written or at least planned before the alpha kids even appeared in canon, in which case it’s not the authors’ faults at all. But I LOVE my alpha kids, and Roxy may be my favorite and Dirk is a delight, but I was ALSO tired to tears of how even in fics featuring the alpha kids, it was almost always Derse-heavy.

So I basically said “fuck it”, yeeted them all into the world of Girl Genius (which was inevitable), figured out the torrid backstory of the beta kids and ancestors and how the dancestors and trolls fit in, and set about focussing the plot and character development exclusively on the alpha kids, particularly Jake and Jane. Particularly particularly Jake, because a) I thought him more underappreciated than Jane, and b) the idea of a Heroic Adventurer who constantly has to resist his own reflex to be a minion is fucking funny.

Let’s elaborate, shall we? Because I’m okay again, after the epilogue. I have forgiven. So, the hypothetical pfennig novels/fics in a series:

Jake English: Escape from Castle Lalonde

In which Jake leaves home, and meets a number of interesting people.

covers from basically that scene of Roxy capturing him through Jake escaping with Jane, and them agreeing to be adventuring partners. A lot of the middle consists of Jake helping Roxy and Dirk win back Roxy’s ancestral home of Castle Lalonde, defeating whatever villainous spark - probably an OC - had taken up residence.

Jake means to leave, but Roxy and Dirk need help cleaning up, and getting their labs running, and with interesting projects…and possibly they put a shock collar on him so he can’t leave the grounds…or at least tell him that’s what the collar does, and prove it, like, twice, and then turn it off because they don’t actually want him crippled in an emergency; mostly he’s just a great minion and Roxy is pretty sure he’s destined to be part of their team for defeating the Batterwitch, as laid out in the obscure and highly metaphorical prophecy her mother left her in a wizard book.

this is not at all good ground for either friendship or a healthy minion/master relationship, which is why Jake is pretty damn game to help Jane escape and then run away with her.

Jake English and the Red Miles

in which…I actually have barely any memory of wtf is supposed to happen in this one. Presumably, they have to survive the Red Miles at some point, with some ridiculous series of revivificationsthe trolls show up at Jake and Jane’s camp (okay fine, I love them, too), and after some alarmed mutual weapon-pointing, explain that Jake’s grandmother, Lady English, made them after Jake left, except now she’s died so they’ve come to find Jake and either bring him home or, at least, join his adventuring team and keep him safe

(yeah, Jade instilled some loyalty, which is Sketch. In fairness, when she lost control of the original generation of trolls, all her best friends were killed and/or disappeared, presumed dead. she has reasons)

I wonder if there was supposed to be a timeskip between this and the previous book, or if Escape from Castle Lalonde happened later into Jake going out adventuring than I think, or if Jade just got bored and made 12 new people like…3 hours after Jake left home

for pacing, the trolls should probably show up pretty early in this story, so they have a long time to be around before shit hits the fan

a lot of this book, aside from whatever shenanigans they’re dealing with re: Red Miles, would be Jake dealing with the fact that he is suddenly responsible for 12 people who keep looking to him for orders, and somewhere in the distance is an entire town (Hellmurder Village) that’s likewise.

they do not go back to the Castle at the end of this book, even though they arguably should bc Jake has responsibilities. But he also has adventuring to do, by golly, and…hm, it’s one of the Rings that causes the Red Miles, isn’t it? So maybe they get it at the end of this book, and now they have to track down the other one. Which brings us to…

Jake English and the Rings of Skaia

In which Jake and Jane (and Roxy and Dirk, and 12 young trolls) explore a castle, learn a little history, and generally level up their friendshipsI split up the aspects of Castle Heterodyne in this au: Jake has the recently inherited Castle with the terrifying, nigh-magical power source buried in its depths, and Jane has the abandoned derelict that is fully sentient, most automated, and even more malicious than it is trapped. This is the story of that castle, and the Ring of Life hidden somewhere in it

Jack Noir. The castle’s sentience is Jack Noir. Or perhaps more accurately Spades Slick? Who cares.

I had a very elaborate mythology/history thought up at some point about the twin spark queens of Derse and Prospit and their great enmity, and the saga of betrayal and heroism that marked their reigns and left behind this castle and two super magical scientific rings of power, and I do not remember ANY of it now.

This is the bit where that scene of Dirk ripping out Vriska’s soul comes from. He and Roxy are here for the fabled treasure as well - possibly the castle only appears/is accessible at certain specific times? And they don’t know the trolls are with Jake, so…clusterfuck, there.

Jake English and the Troll Queen

in which the big bad is reveeled

there’s trouble brewing in the countryside, idk, monsters or pirates or something that can be traced, after some investigative heroing, to the self-styled Her Imperial Condescension, still unfortunately at large

mostly this fic is Jake growing into leadering a little more but also addressing the question of that inbuilt loyalty Jade gave this generation of trolls, because really, that was Sketch - and in general, who are we as people defined by who we follow, what groups we ally ourselves with; is it birth or genetics or who raised us or the family we choose or…

i kinda think Dirk and Roxy are conducting concurrent but generally not overlapping investigations to Jake&Jane’s(+the trolls) (dirk and roxy having pretty neatly answered all the above questions years ago by choosing each other, but still being kind of insular about it, and need to relax just enough to trust other people)

in the end there’s some confrontation with the Condesce and she convinces ½-2/3 the trolls to join her bc, honestly, why shouldn’t they

Jake English and the Castle in the Lake

in which…okay, in this one bit of fic I implied her base was in the ocean but I totally had this title written somewhere, so what is the truth??

in the above linked scene, the trolls who stayed with Jake and Jane were Karkat, Terezi, Kanaya, Gamzee, and Feferi, but idk about that. If Feferi’s there, why isn’t Sollux? And, like, Aradia would probably have just fucked off in her own direction completely, given the chance…

our heroes are trying to sneak into HIC’s base and disable it, okay. that is the plot of this one. probably they have to find it first, which is tricky, and basically a D&D dungeon crawl, and that’s before Jane gets tiara’d. Which definitely happens climactically. and then everyone else gets captured, with the possible exception of Dirk, who probably gets beheaded instead. things do not look good for our heroes…

Jake English and the Lost Hero

in which we find out exactly what happened in the previous generation

maybe even alternating chapters, past/present? 

what happened basically is that the first generation of trolls, the Ancestors, went absolutely batshit roughly as per homestuck canon. The Condesce, being OP, started just conquering land. She was stopped, eventually, mostly by the epic sacrifice of Rose and Dave. And John…except Rose and Dave’s bodies were found, and in a clusterfuck of inventions warping time and space and reality itself, John’s never was

Jade survived, of course. obviously.

John did, too, it is revealed. He was just disconnected from the time-space continuum, stuck popping up in random times and places, sometimes close to those he loved and sometimes not, mostly uncontrollable…

he’s appeared here and there throughout the stories, probably, a mysterious figure in blue who nearly has time to say something before dissolving into fizzing wind. Now he appears more frequently, and for longer periods as the story goes on, including just enough to help break Roxy and Jake out of prison. And whichever trolls were stubbornly sticking with them - if the Condesce wasn’t just mind-controlling all the reluctant ones…let’s be real, she was…lotta “I know you’re in there somewhere” fights here, probably

also, Vriska reveals herself to still be trying to help our heroes, because it is SO Vriska to try to double-cross Her fucking Imperious Condescension

this double-cross is revealed partly from her using Jake’s minioning safeword that he developed with Grandma Jade, way back when; meaning roughly “I don’t want to do this but I’m not sure I can stop”. It’s pumpkin, of course.

they revivify Dirk on the way out, and either stop in the Condesce’s lab to get sparkily distracted trying to pin John into reality or they make it back to Hellmurder Castle before doing that?

What am I saying. The Condesce is probably working on some spacetime-warping tech of her own, and Roxy, Dirk, and Jake use it to fully anchor John for the first time in…who knows, subjectively? It’s possible he stays behind to buy them time to run

Jake English and the Battle for the Green Sun

in which things come to a head

aka the Battle for Hellmurder Castle, and it’s mysterious and terrible power source

Jane and half or so of the trolls start out on the Condesce’s side, but if you thought there were good “I know you’re in there” fights before, just WAIT until Jake saves Jane with the power of friendship

ultimately, it’s alpha kids + Alternian trolls + dancestor-clanks VS Her Imperial Condescension

it’s close

it’s very close

I would have krilled for an H–EIR—ESS CHALLENGE X3 COMBO, ie, Jane, Feferi, and Meenah vs. the Condesce, so that happens

John maybe appears one last time-displaced time, for him before the events of Lost Hero, to deliver a well-timed hammer swing

I love Jake, but I’ll give Homestuck this one: Roxy getting the final blow with an ancestral Strider sword? Perfect.

in the denoument Jake awkwardly invites everyone to live in Hellmurder Castle, because he feels vaguely like he should stay and look after it, and of course he wants his chums around. Jane, Roxy, and Dirk are all like, “well, a real lab or seven would be amazing…but also…adventuring. Why don’t YOU come with US?” Jake is like, “oh JEEPERS yes!” The trolls and dancestors meanwhile talk out among themselves who genuinely wants to stay and who wants to go out adventuring, either with these idiots or just to make their own way

[bookenders]

11/11/11 Tag Game: Rounds 24, 25, 26, and 27

Tagged by the wonderful @corsairesque, the lovely @azawrites, the stellar @sunlight-and-starskies, and the incomparable @inexorableblob - thanks!

And @inexorableblob, thank you for letting me rewrite the end of The Great Gatsby. It was very cathartic.

Rules: Answer 11 questions, write 11 questions, tag 11 people!

Bilbo Taggins: @aurumni-writes @quilloftheclouds @aslanwrites @starlitesymphony @writingonesdreams @waterfallwritings @cataclysmic-writer @ren-c-leyn @timefirewrites @minusfractions @ink-flavored - and if you like the questions and aren’t tagged, feel free to answer them! And tag me so I can see! 

My Questions:

How many licks would it take for your OCs to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?

What are your favorite smells?

What’s the book you’ve read most recently? What did you think of it? What impressed you? What would you have done differently?

What are your thoughts on mugs?

If your OCs had a comic book series/graphic novel about them, what would it be called? What would be on the cover? What would the art style be?

Can you draw a bear?

Do you do any other kinds of art? Are you ever influenced by other kinds of art? What about other areas like science or mathematics/other disciplines?

Have you read any craft books or writing advice books? If yes, how have the helped or hindered you? Which would you recommend? If no, would you ever consider reading them?

What are your favorite kinds of narratives? What narrative structures do you prefer to write and what do you prefer to read?

What’s your favorite recipe?

What are some signs that make you consider setting a project aside vs continuing with it?

As always, answers under the cut!

@corsairesque‘s Questions:

1. Do you create playlists for your stories or characters?

I do! 

Here’s a detailed post about how I make them.

This is Mel’s from H2H.

This is Gemma’s from H2H.

This is one for the story I recently posted.

And I have one for each WIP on my WIP page! (Mostly, I’m still working on Fish Food’s.)

I actually have folders in Spotify for my characters and stories. Each one gets a playlist.

2. What is your stance on endings that don’t end with some hope?

Sometimes a story needs to have a certain ending to have an emotionally satisfying conclusion. I don’t think hope is absolutely required for an ending. I’ve ended stories without hope because that’s how the story ends. If I wrote it to conclude with an upturn, it would’ve been disloyal to the narrative. Like life, not everything ends happily, or with a positive outlook.

If you want it from a more technical perspective, there are three sorts of endings: positive, negative, and neutral. They can mix and match, but these are the three base ones. I tend toward neutral or positive-neutral endings. The best story I’ve written so far has a negative-leaning neutral ending because it concludes with a loss that does not promise hope. Positive endings are not necessary for a narrative, or for a conclusion. 

Sometimes you need to write a hopeful ending. Sometimes you need to read a hopeful ending. And sometimes you need to read or write something that ends on a down-note. I know I have. 

So, TL;DR, there is no ending hierarchy. It all depends on the reader and the writer, what they need, and what the story demands.

3. What author would you love to hear feedback from on your WIP?

Of literally anyone? Dead or alive? I mean. I’d love to hear what Flannery O’Connor would have to say about my short stories. I try to do a remix-version of her moments of grace in each of them.

4. What is the genre of your WIP(s)?

I mention these on my WIP page!

Most of my short stories are literary and contemporary fiction. My longer projects tend toward low fantasy.

5. How do you come up with new ideas for your WIP(s)?

I don’t have a method or anything for idea generation. My brain works in the background while I’m doing other things, so I’ll be washing dishes, or brushing my teeth, or writing something else, and an idea goes HI HELLO WHAT ABOUT THIS HUH? and I scramble to write it down.

Most of the time, my story ideas come from cool sentences I think of while observing. That sounds super weird and nerdy, but it’s true! When I’m bored or need to occupy my brain or just sorta feel like creating something spontaneous, I’ll look around and figure out how I’d write about a certain thing in the vicinity. 

Some examples of this from my phone notes:

“Laughter echoing through a cave, bouncing off the walls, the gift of hearing it over and over until it fades like gentle waking”

“Cheeks baked pink from the flush of her modesty”

“The last remnants of home, the dirt hidden beneath their fingernails”

“Headlights flicker between the gaps in the barrier like a slipstream of stars”

Ya know, stuff like that.

Sometimes, if I’m stuck while writing and need a thought, I look at the plot and think up complications for my characters to face. That’s how I figured out how to make Lithium 100% more plot relevant. I thought, okay, so she has this role right now, what can I add to make her stand in the way of X plan while also being an asset to Y? And boom, idea generated and problem solved.

6. What do you use to keep all your writing on? (Scrivener, Google Docs, good old pen and paper…)

I use Scrivener for all my main writing. I have a ton of phone memo notes for ideas on the go. I have a notebook full of random stuff for when I’m blocked and need to hand write something.

I also answered this further down!

7. What gave you initial inspiration for your WIP(s)?

H2H: There was a publisher who had a call for shapeshifter stories, and then I missed the deadline so I decided to try for a zine instead, then I got rejected, so I made it into my own thing.

AOPC: I needed to flesh out a piece of my homebrew DnD world, so I started worldbuilding, then it was my turn to turn in a story to be workshopped in my writing class, so I wrote a thing set in the village about the tribe and it all spiraled out from there.

FF: I had an errant thought about the script that hero and villain stories follow and wrote a thing about what would happen if one of them decided to deviate from it and BOOM the plot hit me like a semi truck.

Almost all of my short stories start with a sentence I think sounds really cool, a tone I want to try to capture (ex. the feeling of standing inside an old cathedral), or the ending moment of a character arc (I tend to work backwards).

8. How long have you been working on your WIP(s)?

I’ve been working with Heart to Heart since November 2018. I started thinking about Fish Food like 3 months ago I think? And I got the idea for All Our Painted Colors 3ish years ago, but it started as a short story that I thought about expanding about 8 months ago.

My writing process starts with a long period of thought percolation before I write anything definitive down.

9. What was the first thing you came up with for your WIP(s)?

H2H: The fact that the main character is an apothecary who uses recipes from historical documents to brew things and lives in a small town, and that their love interest changes shapes in some way.

AOPC: That the tribe is a society based around body paint, art, preserving their personal history, and stories. But mostly paint. 

FF: The hero danging over a pit of hungry piranhas and asking the villain a question that throws off the whole “death threat” vibe.

10. Have you considered Hogwarts houses for your characters? If so, what are they?

Answered this for the H2H cast here.

As for the Fish Food cast:

Iron Will - Hufflepuff

Overseer - Ravenclaw

Nightmare - A Hufflepuff who asked to be in Slytherin and the hat said “yeah okay”

Lithium - Gryffindor

Babylon - Slytherin

Sparkplug - Gryffindor

11. What do you find easiest to write? (Description, dialogue, etc.)

Interiority! Free indirect discourse! Unvoiced character brain thoughts! Which I guess means description? 

Writing dialogue sucks old car tires!

@azawrites‘ Questions:

what’s the best part about your writing style? I like how I build up to emotional punches. It’s like walking up a ramp, but in a literary way. And at the top of the ramp you either get a gut punch of feels or an ice cream cone.

do you write on the computer or on paper? I do most of my writing on my laptop because my hands can’t write fast enough to keep up with my brain. My typing is way faster. If I’m having trouble getting an idea down, or the tone of the writing lends itself to being handwritten (idk how to describe this, but sometimes words just gotta be scribbled, ya know?), I’ll hand write it in pen. I don’t use pencils anymore because I wasn’t allowed to in college and it kinda stuck.

what are your favourite books and why? Oh, no, there are too many. So I’ll just say my top book: The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien because of how it deals with stories and grief and remembering, the fact that it’s a story cycle (which is very cool), and the way he writes - it’s beautiful and sad and messed up and poignant. I love it.

why did you start writing? I’ve answered this before, but there was never really starting point for me. It’s just something I’ve always done. 

why did you continue writing? Because I had too much fun to stop! I also get creatively constipated, I guess is how I would phrase it, and need to have some sort of narrative outlet or my brain gets really mad at me.

where do you usually write? Pretty much anywhere, but most often at my desk. I think I need a taller chair, though...

can you describe your favourite piece (written by you) in one sentence? Let’s get authory with this one: The teacher hands out the tests, multiple choice this time, but when the stapled packet slides across your desk, there’s something odd about it, something that brings the war to life inside your head, a long-forgotten voice that speaks the souls of the soldiers and tells their stories from the annals of history. Or: A multiple choice test about WWII that tells the story of 4 men from Company B from enlistment to the end of their campaign.

what’s one cliche/trope you overuse, but still like anyway? It’s a trope when it comes to my own writing, actually. Person Sits Alone in the Dark and Contemplates. I love it, I abuse the hell out of it, and I will never stop.

what music do you listen to when working on a WIP? Depends. I have a go-to Writing Flow State song, playlists to help me get in the right head space when writing certain characters, and playlists that help guide the tone of a story. I can never listen to movie or video game scores because the association of song and cinematic moment is too strong for me.

have you ever dreamed of a fictional character? Uh, I have the occasional nightmare about Kokopelli? Does that count? 

what’s one thing that makes you automatically dislike a book? Overly pretentious first person POV prose (and I don’t mean purple. I mean a character who - honestly and without a hint of satire - thinks like a writer from the 1920s who just discovered what “paid by the word” means and believes they’re the wisest human being in the universe and everyone who doesn’t agree with them is the basest of idiots - barf). Gratuitous female violence. The use of the word “loins” outside of an animal context. Everything about The Beginners by Rebecca Wolff. 

@inexorableblob‘s Questions:

Which of your characters could you write as twice their current age? Oh, man, I think writing Iron Will in his forties or fifties would be really cool. It’d certainly give the story a new commentary twist.

Which of your characters could you write as half their current age? (I’m not gonna cheat and say Mel, I promise.) I think writing a 30yo Treena would be very cool. However, writing a 13 or 14yo Lithium who is just learning how to use her super powers would be WILD. 

What big city would your characters do best in?  London?  New York? Tokyo?  Mexico City?  Rio? The Fish Food characters would all do best in New York or London, since they’re very close to Conover. Lithium would prefer Rio, though, and Babylon would lobby for everyone to move to Tokyo.  The H2H characters would do best in Mexico City or London, depending on who decides to take charge and teach everyone the local customs. 

What would your characters do if they were in a small rural community that was attacked by underground worms? This is giving me too many ideas for H2H. Gemma would be a little bit furious, since she hates having to get rid of animals, especially when they’re invasive. If the worms just minded their own gosh dang business then everyone could live in peace.  If we’re talkin’ normal sized worms, like worm-sized worms, then Gemma would develop a pesticide that wouldn’t kill them, but force them to the surface where they would then be stunned by whatever weird solution Mel comes up with. Then the town would have a Worm-Off, where the person who collects the most worms wins free pie for a year, courtesy of Harry’s.  If we’re talkin’ DnD-style Purple Worms, like Beetlejuice worms, then Mel would take over. She’d help organize an evacuation and steal Oz’s gun, just in case. Then she’d do some spoilery things with Gemma assisting.

What is the worst place where you’ve ever wanted to write? Probably while I was taking the math section of the SATs. Kinda inconvenient, brain, thanks for that. Other terrible places: mid job interview, in the middle of an empty street at midnight, anywhere I’m sitting where I have terrible posture, watching a slam poetry event in a very crowded bar, etc.

What’s the most uncomfortable subject you’ve ever written about? I’ve written a little bit about hate crimes and loathed every second. I’ve written a character actively contemplating suicide (he was a WWII soldier) and that was not fun at all. I mean, I also wrote a paper about sexy (somewhat graphic) wlw poetry for my Sexuality class, which a lot of people would be uncomfortable with, but I thought it was a very good collection. Go read Marilyn Hacker’s stuff, it’s good.

If you had to change the ending of any famous novel, which would you pick? The Great Gatsby. We don’t end with the green light, screw the green light.  Gatsby wills all of his possessions and wealth to Nick and Nick becomes the next James Gatz. But this time around, he pines for the man who was killed in the pool just below his balcony while pretending to love Jordan, who finds out and amicably marries him because 1920s. She then uses Nick/Gatsby’s money to purchase an automobile manufacturing company and makes cars in every color but yellow. (Gotta maintain that color symbolism for F. Scott, I guess.) Nick discovers Gatz’ old bootlegging and illegal activities buddies and starts up a criminal empire. He and Jordan become the biggest, queerest, most spiteful and angsty crime bosses in New York. Nick makes it his life’s mission to take down false accusers, vigilante style. The car manufacturing company is what they use to launder money. Daisy divorces Tom because they’re both terrible people. Daisy takes her daughter and moves to California. Jordan sends Daisy’s daughter money secretly, about a hundred dollars a month. The last line is something about how Gatz was always reaching out and chasing green, but because of him, Nick is steeped in dark, bloody red. I would then write a sequel about Nick and Jordan and their crime empire that spans the East Coast. God, I hate this book.

If you had to change your life, what would you change without regret? Start therapy way earlier, 100%. That would have saved me a lot of nonsense.

If the end of the world where scheduled a week from tomorrow, what would you do?  Would you tell anybody? Everybody?  Keep it a secret? Assuming this was legit and the end of the world was actually happening, I’d probably try to tell some big-shot geologist or something, hoping they spread the word. Other than that, since debt won’t be a thing, I’d take the people I love on a killer trip around the world.

What would you do if a wizard offered to cast one spell for you, but your worst enemy got the same spell? Hmmm. I’d ask them to cast the Self-Realization spell, so they would instantly become aware of the effect their actions have on others and know exactly how terrible they’ve been to other people their whole life. Maybe then they can be a better person. My anxiety makes this spell ineffective on me, since it’s already there! Thanks, brain! 

Which would you choose, never eating in the same place, always eating the same meal, always eating with the same people, or never eating with the same people? I’d choose always eating with the same people. I like frequenting restaurants I like and eating different things. I don’t think I could deal with only eating the same thing/off the same menu forever. And I have bad social anxiety, so constantly eating with new people would probably short-circuit my brain eventually.  A good meal in good company is pretty great, though. 

@sunlight-and-starskies‘ Questions:

What is your favorite genre of music? I’ll always be a rock fan at heart. Right now, I really like folk rock and any kind of music that sounds like it has history behind it.

What are your favorite words? Illustrious, shimmer, soliloquy, incarnate, bound, and many more. Also most Yiddish curses.

Describe your ideal vacation. Somewhere cozy where I can explore and chill at my leisure. A week of artsy events in the city. Exploring landscapes in the country.

If you could have any fictional creature for a pet, what would it be? Why? Pegasus! I can ride and they can fly. We’d make an excellent team, and where we’d go, we wouldn’t need roads.

Which fictional universe would you live in if you had to live there for the rest of your life? Logic dictates the Star Trek universe, since I’d probably be an average civilian. Post-scarcity society? Sign me the hell up. My heart, however, is screaming ROHAN.

Favorite childhood toy? Uh... I honestly can’t remember. 

What is your aesthetic? Good smelling old books with doodles and notes in the margins, a pile of unfolded clean clothes on a chair, a stack of handwritten papers perched on the corner of a desk, the smell of breakfast cooking when you wake up, the immediate “woops” shock the moment you trip over something you should’ve moved earlier.

Tell me a random fact about your current project or you. About me: I have a birthmark that kinda sorta looks like an elephant. About Fish Food: The Coalition knows what happened to Hydrophase. So does Sparkplug.

Are you an early bird or a night owl? Night owl, all the way. I like the idea of being a morning person, though. 

What is your favorite food? Pasta! Or any kind of Asian food. 

What is your happiest memory? Oh, geez. Ummm. When I was little, I would curl up in my grandpa’s armchair and eat Burger King breakfast sandwiches on Saturday mornings. 

[emmyfignewton]

Don’t Ask Why - Peter Parker

Warnings: angst? Idk im not really sure if this counts as angst? And language

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Peter Parker for years and finally your relationship had begun to blossom, but after months of random disappearances with no excuse and constant empty promises you felt yourself breaking down. You decided that leaving would be easier than having Peter break your heart piece by piece, day by day. (This is based off the song “Don’t Ask Why” by Vanessa Hudgens so i recommend listening to it as you read lol) *Bold and italics are lyrics, just italics are flashbacks.

I remember the day I first met you

You really caught my attention

Didn't know I was looking for a rescue

I wasn't thinking that hard

Now and then I was there in the moment

I was ready for nothing

It doesn't mean that I really didn't love you

While I'm breaking your heart

As you made your way to the apartment complex you had become so familiar with you felt a sense of dread filling your gut. You knew you had to do this, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt like a bitch. As you walked you let your mind wander to the first time you met Peter.

It was the very first day of middle school and you were the new kid, so it was safe to say that you were extremely nervous. You quickly made your way to your locker to drop off the pile of school supplies that was currently about to break both of your arms. You finally reached locker 324 but you were soon to realize that it was the top locker which was very much out of your reach. You let out a puff of frustration setting down all of your books to attempt opening this stupid thing. But of course, the lock was just barely above where your fingertips were able to reach. You were a very determined person, however, so you quickly stepped upon the pile of books, spirals, and binders you brought along. Just as you started to put in your combination you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

“U-um sorry to bother you but you’re blocking my locker.” You turned around to meet the eyes of your future best friend who was pointing at the locker directly below you. The young boy standing in front of you wasn’t that tall sure, but definitely tall enough to reach the stupid top locker without a problem, but no, of course, he got the bottom one.

“Well you see since they gave me the top locker that I can’t even reach, I’m going to have to be in your way for a few more minutes.” You huffed in the nerdy looking boys face.

“I-I um I could help you if you want?” He seemed to be questioning what he was saying but rolled with it anyway.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Okay, you can help, but only if you tell me your name first.”

“Um, Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Well Peter, Peter Parker, I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You stuck you small hand out for a handshake which he hesitantly accepted. You watched as he easily reached up and started to enter in the locker combination that was printed on the schedule you handed him.

“Oh and Peter?”

“Hm?”

“Unless you want to be late for class everytime we have to stop by our lockers I suggest we make this an everyday thing.”

“Oh um okay?” He figured that even by agreeing to what you said he would open your locker for the first few days and slowly but surely you would handle it yourself and never speak to him again, but oh was he dead wrong, for Peter had caught the attention of your 11-year-old self.

It seemed like in only a blink of an eye you and Peter were best friends, always talking whenever you could, eating lunch together and of course the daily catch-ups next to your lockers as Peter undid yours, eventually memorizing which books you needed and when so you wouldn’t have to struggle with pulling them out of the sky-high locker yourself. Especially not after the one day you bit off more than you could chew grabbing one too many notebooks causing them to crash down onto you, leading to a fuming Y/N and a young Peter trying to stifle his laughter while also trying to pick up all of the papers that fell out and now scattered the middle school’s hallway.  

You chuckled to yourself at the memory. Who would’ve thought that you would grow up to fall in love with your best friend, well you did. From the first day you started into his brown puppy dog eyes as his soft curls fell down his face you knew that an epic crush was brewing.

Your eleven-year-old self would’ve been jumping for joy over the idea of you and Peter actually being together, but now you couldn’t bear the feeling of unwantedness your boyfriend was feeding you every day. It started as a few rain checks here and there and sometimes he would ignore your messages but you understood that not everyone could be as attentive as you’d like and maybe your friends had just fed you false information on how boyfriends worked. But it didn’t stop, instead, it got worse, to the point where you stopped texting him all together knowing that you’d never get a reply but rather waiting for him to do his once a week ten-minute phone call to “catch up.”

You two stopped hanging out as much, despite your constant attempts, there would always be a last minute excuse as to why you two had to cancel. But still, you stayed because a little bit of Peter’s love was better than nothing, right? You still saw him at school every day and you kept all your normal rituals, most of the time joined by your guys’ friend Ned. You knew you could handle that, just a little bit of him because maybe he was just busy and soon it would all blow over and you’d get your Peter back. But that never happened despite how many times you prayed it would. Instead your once a week calls turned into none and Peter stopped caring to even cancel instead letting you reach his door only to be greeted with the apologetic eyes of May as she told you time and time again that you just barely missed him.

It seemed like you weren’t even a part of his life anymore, however you still stayed, feeling like a mere memory in his mind rather than his girl or even his best friend. But finally, you snapped. You didn’t think it would happen you had already been broken a hundred times over with his empty promises and forced apologies that because too repetitive for your liking, but you did.

You walked into the lunchroom ready to finally be with your friends, Peter had been once again dodging you knowing that’d you be furious after he missed your date over the weekend, you had already sent him probably twenty messages about how upset and embarrassed you were having to sit and wait in a restaurant while your so-called boyfriend refused to even show.  

Sure you were pissed, but that had already happened too many times to count so you moved on just wanting to see his face and run your fingers through his chocolate curls for the first time in what felt like forever.

Instead, the moment you sat your lunch tray down you were met with the backs of Ned and Peter.

“Uh hello? Guys?” You tried to get their attention, but they seemed too busy whispering to each other to even notice you. Ned quickly spun around to face you with Peter slowly trailing behind.

“Oh hey, Y/N we just uh-”

“Nothing. We weren’t doing anything.” Peter cut Ned off sharply while shooting him a glare as if to say “Please shut up before you spill the beans.”

“I didn’t ask…” you trailed off, extremely confused as to why they were so defensive over whatever conversation they were just having.

“Um Peter, do you think I could talk to you? Alone?” You asked softly.

“Actually Ned and I have to go uh go do something, right Ned?” Peter nudged Ned to quickly gain the boy’s attention.

“Huh-uh sure yeah what Peter said,” he spoke hastily while getting up along with Peter who was already starting his journey out of the lunchroom, leaving you in a pile of confusion, anger, and defeat.

Peter ended up ignoring you for the rest of the week causing you to finally make up your damn mind and end this now before he took every piece of you.  

That led you here, staring at the numbers nailed to the all too familiar apartment door. Your small fist knocked lightly on the wood, you expected May to answer and for her to tell you once more that Peter wasn’t home forcing you to leave and stopping you from making this decision. Instead, you were met with a pair of puzzled brown eyes.

“H-hey Y/N, I didn’t know we had plans tonight…” Peter murmured his voice laced with confusion as he let you inside the apartment.

“We didn’t, but since you tend to cancel on our plans I decided to show up on the off chance you’d actually be here for once.” You didn’t want to be so rude so quick but you felt every bit of anger and disappointment you’ve felt over the past few months boiling to the surface ready to spill out.

“Yeah about that...you know I’m really sorry I’ve just been busy with-”

“With what Peter? What could possibly keep you so busy that you don’t even speak to your girlfriend anymore.”

“Well you know school and uh…”

“School? Really? Because when we were just best friends school didn’t seem to keep you this busy. C’mon Peter I need something better than school.”

“I can’t say.” he murmured.

“Bullshit. That’s utter bullshit, I’m your best friend you can tell me anything and you know it.”

“Just trust me Y/N, I can’t tell you this, I-I just can’t.” He looked at you with desperation in his eyes, just wishing you would drop it.

“Trust you? How can I trust you when it seems like I barely even know you these days.” Your voice started cracking as the words spilled out of your lips and you could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes.

“Peter, you haven’t had a real conversation with me in two weeks, you’ve canceled on every date or just decided not to show up, and I can’t even remember the last time you answered one of my calls.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...I-I didn’t think you would notice.”

“We’ve been best friends since we were eleven years old, I thought I knew you like the back of my hand. Before this whole you and me dating thing started, we talked every single day, telling each other every single detail about our lives. I knew everything about you and you think I wouldn’t notice that you completely shut me out? Do you really think that I haven’t noticed you don’t want me anymore?” Tears rolled down your flustered cheeks. Your voice broke a million times as you finally got out what you’ve been thinking for far too long. Peter looked at you shocked at the words falling from your lips. He tried to form sentences but nothing was coming out.

Don't ask why

Before we get too close

Just let me say goodbye

It's easier this way

Don't ask why

Before you ask the question

And I die inside

Just let me walk away

“Peter, I-I can’t do this anymore…”

“Wait what? No no no no no please Y/N please d-don’t do this.” His words were rushed and frantic as he reached toward you trying to hold the pieces of your relationship together, but he was too late, they had already ripped apart.

“I have to do this.” You spoke as you took a wary step away from him, giving him the signal not to touch you. You were afraid if he held you tight and whispered too many sweet nothings into your ear, you’d fall right back in love with him and never leave again despite how much being with him torn you apart.

“Why? Tell me Y/N why the hell do you have to do this?” His voice was fading from broken and hurt to angry and desperate, desperate to know what was making you do this to him.

“Don’t ask me that.” You whispered. Him asking only made you feel even worse inside.

“Why not? C’mon if you're going to break my heart at least tell me why you have to do it.”

“Break your heart? Seriously, Peter, you’re the one who's been ignoring me ever since we started dating, showing that you don’t love me, not like I loved you. You made me feel unwanted, like no matter how hard I tried this relationship would never work.” You were mad, furious even, how could he be such an asshole? How could he say that you were breaking his heart when he had only been tearing you down for months.

A few moments of silence past as you both stared down out the carpet covering the walkway into his apartment, suddenly finding it the most interesting thing in the world.

“Loved?” He finally spoke up. Your use of past tense struck the most painful nerve in his heart, knowing that you no longer felt the way you used to.  

“Loved.” You confirmed with a slight nod and shaky breath. His eyes were staring into yours, his normally warm and happy brown orbs were only showing pain and despair.

“Please Peter, just let me walk away...” All you wanted was to leave, to finish this and get out there.

“So it’s over? Everything is just over?” He asked while moving in front of you as you tried to worm your way out of the apartment.

“Yeah, yeah I guess it is.”

He stood there stunned at what you just confirmed.

“Goodbye, Peter.” You mumbled as you stepped around the boy you once called yours, quickly letting yourself out of the apartment.

The moment you shut the door behind you a  sob slipped from your chapped lips.

You thought this would be different, that you’d be feeling relief and the constant hurt would go away. However, you were met with pain, an unbearable pain that rested in your heart as if it were literally breaking inside your chest. You felt your knees wanting to give out on you as sobs wracked through your body, but you continued on your trek home trying to force Peter out of your memory for good.

But what you didn’t know was an hour later Peter was still standing in the same spot he was as when you left only being able to stare at the remnants of your ruined relationship and at the mess he had made.

Author’s note: hi okay so this is the first imagine i’ve done on this page (i used to do some 5sos ones a hot minute ago but i deleted that account like over a year ago) I really hope you guys liked it!! Please give me as much feedback as you want because i could definitely use some. Anyways thank you so much for reading this, i really appreciate it! Also if you have any requests for me i’m 100% down to do them all!!

This is going to be a two part series, the next part will be in Peter’s pov and it’ll be based off the song “The Mess I Made” by Parachute. I’m veryyyyy excited to write the next part so I hope you guys enjoyed this!!

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I’m not sure if you’re taking request right now, and I feel kinda stupid for asking for this, but could you write something with the Chocobos (plus Cor) where their So has extreme difficulty getting and staying pregnant? (Maybe happy ending idk? I recent found out I’m practically infertile and I’m kinda reeling rn)

Hello dear, I have too many request to work on but I just couldn’t say no to that. First I wanted to tell you how sorry I am to hear about your situation, I cannot even imagine how you feel right now, I could only hope that things eventually get better for you, one way or another. I hope that my poor scrabbles help your mood even a tinny a bit and maybe some of these make you even smile. If you need anything, please never hesitate to drop me a message! This turned out as a very long post so most of it is under the read  more tag!

Noctis

Once the empire was finally defeated and Insomnia wasgetting back to order it was time for you and Noct to think about your ownfuture together.

Having children is something that both of you wanted, but never had time totalk about or it was just never the right moment with everything going on.

At first you give all the unsuccessful attempts to the fact that after all theworld was still not completely in order and it has been ten very long andstressful years for both of you. 

You start blaming yourself for it, but Noct doesn’t want to hear about it. Heis confident that it’s just a matter of time, it’s not your fault or his, it’sjust the way the word has been for such a long time, your bodies just need torecover. 

You also feel under pressure since you are a queen now, the future of thekingdom is on your shoulders.

Noct decides to take you away from all that and help you relax (with littlenudge from Ignis ofc) and you both leave on a very long holiday, far away fromwork and stress. 

The vacation does help you feel better, not having everyone fussing around youturns out to be of a great help for your nerves and generally mental state. 

Few weeks after your long trip you leave a present box on Noct’s desk which isa positive pregnancy test

Prompto

Naturally he is concerned when you both figure out that it’shard for you to conceive

Prompto being himself at first dismisses it and says that it’s not thatimportant, the two of you could be family as well.

He sees however that it’s troublesome for you and even if he knows you love himvery much, you do want to bring your relationship to that next level of commitment. 

He doesn’t know what to do, he panics and is scared not to lose you from hislife, since yes, he would love to have a child with you, but more importantlyhe wants to have a life with you, period. 

He seeks help from Gladio and Ignis since he considers them the most experiencefriends he has and wants them to help him figure out what to do.

Eventually he reaches to the conclusion himself, even if the other two gave himsome very solid tips how to deal with the situation.

Prompto realizes that he himself wasn’t brought up by his real parents, he wasraised by people who have absolutely no biological connection to him, but gavehim the best life he could ever imagine and thanks to his upbringing he met hisbest friends, something he wouldn’t exchange for anything.

One day he tells you he wants to speak with you, his voice very serious whichpushes you a bit on edge thinking that he might want to end thinks with you. 

You were absolutely wrong. He had ordered your favourite food (he was tooafraid he might mess up the food if he cooks, and that is too importantconversation to mess up the food) and after the two of you chat for randominsignificant things like work he finally gets to the point.

You know the story of his family, real ‘parents’ and the family that broughthim up, but there is something different in the way he tells it now. Instead ofseries of events what happened when and when did he figure he wasn’t in factfrom Insomnia, he stats telling you how he felt with his adoptive family allthe moments he had with them and how they had contributed to him having thelife he has now, including being with you. 

At the end he offers you that maybe you can do that for someone else, if thetwo of you cannot have your own child, maybe you could do the same his parentsdid, literary saving someone’s life and giving them the best opportunity, theycould ever have.

Ignis

Ignis being very logical and methodical man almost drivesyou insane.

Once the two of you figure out that conceiving would be a very difficult and,both physically and mentally, exhausting, he doesn’t give up just becomes morestubborn.

He starts gradually, from finding special diets and foods that would help hisand yours fertility to foods that would help you keep the child and prevent anymiscarriages. 

Then he moves on to finding the best of the best doctors, not just in Insomniabut all over the kingdom. He uses every power he has, every string he can pullto find the people that potentially might help you.

He takes everything on his shoulders, he doesn’t want you to do anything, worryabout that or even blame yourself about what is happening, hence he rarelytells you his plan what is the next step or who is the next doctor that he isbringing for ‘special royal visit’. 

He is with you every step of the way, no matter what it might be, fromdiscussions with doctors to holding your hand during painful and unpleasantprocedures. 

Eventually all the doctors reach to the same conclusion, that is not going tohappen in the simple and natural way, so the two of you need to think about alternativemethods for conceiving 

You feel terribly discouraged by that and even useless, but Ignis doesn’t allowyou to despair. He had managed to convince every single person with some sortof knowledge on fertility to help you, he is not going to give up now. 

You are happy when eventually the best alternative method for the two of you isfound and nine months later Ignis can finally start planning for the future ofhis newborn with you.

Gladio

Gladio wants a big family and that is not a secret to you,he had always said so

Every unsuccessful attempt to have a baby crushes you a bit more than theprevious, you want a child but you are also worried that this would be seriousenough reason for him to leave you, after all you cannot satisfy his goals tohave a huge family.

One day in the hospital you finally break in tears in front of him, Gladio isat first confused but then he just embraces you in one of his big teddy bearhugs and doesn’t say anything, just allows you to cry as much as you want andsay whatever is on your heart. 

You are not sure he listens to you, you are not even sure if your avalanche ofemotions and thoughts would make any sense to him, but for you surprise it does.

Once you are out of the hospital he hasn’t forgotten a word of what you saidwhen you were upset and when the two of you are finally home, he makes you yourfavourite brew and sits you on the couch.

He tells you that, yes he wants a big family and, yes he had always wantedthat, but that has never been the goal of his life, it’s just something hewould like to have. He tells you that you are his family and no matter whathappens, he will always love you and be with you. You are the most importantperson in his life and he wouldn’t even think of leaving especially when youneed him the most. 

As time passes and your situation doesn’t change he brings up the option ofadoption, as carefully as he can. He even invites prompt for dinner so you canhear his side of the story and that he never even for a moment felt like hisadoptive parents are not his real parents

Takes you awhile to process all that, you were on the mindset that you willhave your own (and Gladio’s) children, and now that is such a blow to you. 

Eventually you agree to Gladio’s suggestion who is more than happy with howthings turned out. He even starts making plans how this year you will adopt onechild and in two years another one and then another one so the age gap betweenthem is not too big. You tell him to slow down a bit and take it one step at atime.

Cor

At first Cor dismisses your concerns and fears. He is waytoo busy and although he feels your pain and his heart gets a bit broken afterevery attempt, he doesn’t have time to mope, he is the Marshal. 

To avoid dealing with emotions (because let’s face it Cor and emotions are nottwo things that go well) he just hides himself behind work, takes additional missionsand it’s rarely home, which doesn’t help your mental state even one bit. 

Eventually you decide you can’t take any more of that, you cannot deal withyour issues and Cor’s inability to confront his own emotions or yours. 

You tell him that you are leaving which of course he doesn’t take well. At first,he tells you to just go, he loves you, but he doesn’t know how to express it. 

Few weeks later, after coming home from work you see Cor at your door, waitingfor you. 

The two of you talk, he even manages to apologize for his behavior. He tellsyou how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, that he didn’t want tohurt you, but he had no idea how to deal with your pain hence he acted like aspoiled child instead of a grown man. 

You manage to patch things up and eventually it all ends with much needed andpassionate sex somewhere on the floor of your apartment (because Cor also doesn’twait for anything including the 3 seconds that it would take him to move you tothe bedroom or at least the couch). 

For your surprise few weeks later you discover that you are pregnant, whichsends Cor in another panic mode because even if he wanted a child as well, heof course, doesn’t know what to do with himself now. 

It all ends well however, the Marshal gets a hold of himself (he is the Marshalafter all) and becomes your biggest support, even if at times freaks out a bitmore than you do. In his own words, he knows how to deal with demons and Imperialsoldiers, everything else is outside of his comfort zone.

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Inexplicable Fate (Part 4)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 2186

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. This is like a slow burn?? Idk. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers…) It’s LONG. So buckle in. It is slow-ish at first. But things will build to a head…Promise ;P

Beta’d by the ever fabulous @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Sam Winchester: @mogaruke @lenawiinchester

Castiel: @lenawiinchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The next morning, the boys were already up and ready for the day. You brewed some coffee and made them breakfast, seeing as you were starving as well. While the three of you ate breakfast in a comfortable silence, a knock came at the door.

“That should be Cas,” Sam informed as he got up from the breakfast table to let him in.

He opened your front door, but from your position in the kitchen, you couldn’t see the man they claimed was an angel. A large part of you, the rational, logical part, didn’t believe any of this. You were hallucinating, you were still at the hospital, or your voices had taken a turn for the worst...but there had to be an explanation. With skepticism in your heart, you felt you needed them to prove without a shadow of a doubt that this Castiel was in fact some sort of all powerful being.

“She’s right in here,” Sam informed as he came around the corner, gesturing to you. In tow, a man in a khaki trench coat, black suit pants, and a white button down behind him. He was...handsome. He was just as handsome as the other three. But there were no wings, no halo, no glowing light, no Heavenly look about him. He looked like a normal man…

Dean got up and hugged his friend, who returned the gesture before they turned their sole attention on you.

“So what do you think Cas?” Dean asked. “Is Y/N here coocoo for cocoa puffs or is she something else?”

Castiel frowned, tilting his head slightly before walking over to you, narrowing his gaze as he lowered himself to look you in the eyes.

“I can’t be for sure...She looks human enough. I’ll have to touch her soul,” he stated.

“You what?” you asked, peering at him.

“Your soul, I need to touch it,” he repeated.

“No, I got that but….Can we just slow down here? How do I even know this is legit?” you asked. “I mean, so far, all I’ve had to go on is some pretty elaborate stories, but no concrete evidence. So I think before this goes any further, I’d like to confirm that you’re a real angel,” you demanded, wondering how you sounded so sane...so...calm about telling someone to show you they're an angel.

“What would you like me to show you?” Castiel asked, a kindness in his voice.

“I don’t know. What...can you do? I mean, what can you show me?”

Castiel thought for a moment before walking over to your butchers block, pulling out a knife, and without much warning, jabbed it into his chest. The action made you jump back and gasp loudly.

“What is he--What are you doing?!” you demanded, your voice loud and shrill.

He pulled the knife out and opened his coat. “See? No wound. I can only be killed or hurt with a special blade.”

Slowly, you nodded, taking a few steps closer to him, examining the area for yourself. The coat, the shirt, both ripped, but underneath there wasn’t even a dot of blood. The knife wasn’t a trick knife because he pulled it from your kitchen.

But it still didn’t seem like enough. Illusionists did things like this all the time. So you thought. What could be something that would prove his powers or ability without question.

“Sam and Dean said you can heal people. Can you still do that?” you wondered, knowing they had explained after Castiel had fallen he had lost some of his abilities.

“Yes. I might not be able ot bring you back from the dead, but I can heal most wounds,” he informed, stoic and monotone.

You nodded, picking up the same steak knife he’d just used on himself, taking a deep breath. This was crazy, absolutely crazy, but you needed answers and you needed to be sure this was real.

Taking the blade, you dug it into your hand as deep as you could bear without just utterly screaming out, but at least making a deeper cut than a paper cut. After a moment, blood starting to spill out from the severed flesh.

“There. Can you heal that?” you asked, holding your hand out.

Castiel said nothing, he simply held your wrist in one hand, and put his hand on top of yours, a gold light and warmth coming from your palm. Within two seconds, he let go, and let you examine your hand. It looked as if you’d never even touched it. It felt great, no stinging, no pain.

Your eyes went back and forth from your palm to the man before you, and back again, over and over as disbelief washed through you and you stumbled backwards. HEaring the stories from Dean and Sam was one thing. Meeting a being who...an angel. An angel was standing in your kitchen. This meant...everything you’d ever believed in was real. God. Hell. Heaven. Angels. Demons. Satan...All of it, true….Walking amongst everyone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Sam asked as he reached out for you from the other side of the table.

“I...I...I just... I need a moment,” you said as you turned  to walk out to your backyard.

“She appears to have nausea, dizziness, and confusion,” Cas informed as you started to walk by him. Frowning, you looked at him and shook your head as you escaped the madness inside your house.

This couldn't be real. It was fun to pretend. It was neat to think that all of this was really real. But now...it wasn’t what you thought it would feel like. Knowing angels existed, it meant that demons existed. Knowing God existed, it meant Satan existed, and now he had some demon child about to be born into the world, wreaking Lord knows what havoc.

You’d always thought that when you learned the Divine truly did exist, it would feel joyous, happy...but now, every light must have a dark. Every evil have a good. So where there were good people, there were bad….A Heaven meant a Hell…

Not to mention all the monsters Sam and Dean had told you about. They sounded like bad dreams, nightmares come to life, something from a wicked movie...And of course, they sounded unbelievable. But now...now it meant they were real, that innocent people died from monsters everyday, all over the world. It meant that at any moment, they could kill you. Life as you knew it was...different.

You heard a door close behind you and you knew it was one of the guys coming to check on you, most likely Sam, as he seemed to be the sensitive one in the group. But when Dean appeared beside you, it surprised you.

“You okay?” he asked, staring straight ahead, and again that inkling of a feeling that he didn’t do well with emotions came bubbling up.

“Yeah. I just...I needed a minute…” you said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I probably seem like a total idiot. I’m telling you I hear voices and I’m having a mental breakdown from meeting an angel. I’m sure you think I’m sort of backwards.”

He shrugged. “Like I said before, you were a little too chill about the whole thing. Some people need to see it to believe it, and you’re probably like that,” he informed.

“I suppose so. I felt you and Sam were telling the truth. There was just too much that was too detailed for you two to be making up or to be crazy...But to actually...to actually see him stab himself and then heal me…” You wanted to go on, but for some inexplicable reason, you wanted to cry. Probably because you were beyond your wits end. You had no idea what to think of feel right now.

“Believe me, I get it. I’ve been in this...business a long time. Since we were little, and I never cease to get the shit shocked out of me. Hell I thought I’d seen it all with my Dad. Disgruntled spirits, a few demons, run of the mill stuff. But then...well, we met a reaper, we met Leviathans, we met God. Let me tell you, that was a doozy. I mean, you keep thinking ‘This is it. This is as big and as bad as it gets.’ But then something comes along and just kicks you in the balls and teeth and...and it’s hard to accept it. So I don’t expect someone who’s never seen anything weirder than a computer virus to take this all without some sort of meltdown.”

A smile pulled at the corner of your mouth at his comment.

“I just thought...I thought learning of God and Heaven and angels would be a good thing. You know? I always thought that if I ever had an experience or when I died or whatever...I always thought I would be thrilled. I mean, who wouldn’t be? You’re learning life’s great mysteries. But now…”

“Now all you see is the evil?” he finished, turning to look at you with a stone face.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah...But that’s part of who I am. I’ve always been cautious, scared, worried. I mean, as a kid, I was always afraid of strangers, thinking they would kidnap me. As an adult, I don’t go into dark alleys, I don’t get into my car until I’ve looked in the back. And nothing’s happened to me to make me paranoid like that...It was just always part of me...So now, I learn all of the good stuff is real, my mind can’t help but go to the bad too. Great, so there’s angels, does that mean my neighbor is a demon? God exists? Great, but now Lucifer has a little bundle of Hell on the way, trying to get him ready for...whatever...It’s just not the fairytale I always imagined, ya know?”

“Yeah, I do. I also know...it won’t get better,” he said, wisdom in his tone. “I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you and tell you that you shouldn’t see it that way, or there’s more good in this world or any of that hippie junk. Because there’s not. Good might win, most of the time, but it comes with a hefty price. It’s never easy.”

He stopped, and your eyes cast down to the grass on your yard as you nodded.

“Now, you also don’t have to go through with this. It’s up to you, and knowing what you know. No one’s gonna force you to go through this. I will say, whenever we head back in there, my friend Cas is gonna search your soul. He’s going to put his arm in your chest and touch and feel your very soul to see what’s going on with you. Now, I don’t know what he's going to find. Maybe you’re psychic, maybe you’re just crazy...Maybe it’s nothin’ at all and he can heal you. But once you find out, we’re gonna have to make a choice. To either go down the rabbit hole if it’s some sort of freaky power and embrace it, which means this life we live will be your life. Or you can take the knowledge and just live with it. You can take what Cas tells you and move on with your life and forget we ever met. But just so you know, once you’re in this life, you can’t get out, and it’s not easy.”

“From what you and Sam told me, it doesn't sound easy, any of it. Losing your dad or getting your mom back, losing friends and family….You two have lived a harder life than anyone should,” you remarked softly. “I don’t know what I’ll do, to be honest. I guess it all depends on what he tells me, but thank you for telling me. You’re a good man, Dean Winchester,” you noted with a smile.

“I’m just a guy who saves people and hunts bad shit for a living,” he said with a shrug.

“You’re so much more than that, and the fact that you either don’t see it, or won’t admit it, means I’m right,” you said before kissing his cheek and walking back inside.

Castiel and Sam were sitting and talking at the table, their chatter slowing and quieting when you approached them.

“Okay, I’m ready. I want to find out what’s going on inside my head,” you stated.

“Very well,” Castiel said as he stood.

“Can we go somewhere private?” you asked, not comfortable doing this in front of the boys, or your kitchen. For some reason, you just really wanted the comfort of your own bedroom, surrounded by all the things you loved.

“I’ll go wherever you like,” Castiel said, bowing slightly.

You nodded, giving the boys a goodbye glance, a small smile from both of them in return as you escaped into your bedroom, the angel following you before you shut the door.

[xdreamer45x]

so last night I had a really weird dream that had Bendy in it, then my trash ass started concocting an au loosely based on it while driving to school this morning lmao

under a read more cuz this got hella long lol

basically what happened in one part of my dream was that I was facing off against Bendy in some sort of boss fight with two random dudes who I guess were my friends?? and also I wasn’t actually myself but someone else?? aNYWAY what really stood out to me in that section was that instead of being all inky, Bendy was all floofy instead (he looked like a sheepdog with all that fur in his eyes XD), and somehow I ended up convincing him to smooch me and he stopped attacking us lmao

I really loved the idea of a floofy Bendy and smooching the monster boi in my dream was pretty fun, so my brain started cooking up an au while I was heading to school, but since I don’t like doing self-insert stuff, I swapped out myself for Nomi cuz Nomi is best girl XD

I don’t have too much thought out cuz I kinda sorta wanna wait to see how Chapter 5 wraps everything up before fully planning everything out?? Mainly because I don’t know at what point in time to set my idea lol; I have something thought up, but it’s subject to change as more lore surfaces :P

So on to the idea, it kind of ended up turning into a rc9gn/batim mashup since I decided to include First Ninja as Nomi’s dad, seeing as the events of the game take place after a span of 30 years and I didn’t want Nomi to be all old and stuff since she’s a normal human in this au XD 

Satoru (aka First Ninja, idk if he should have a more American-sounding name for this au lmao), was one of the animators who worked at Joey Drew Studios, but later left the company due to the unsafe conditions presented by the installation of the ink machine. Nomi is his daughter, who still lives at home helping around the house and such, seeing as she has no husband and doesn’t make enough money to live on her own. She is also an artist, but works freelance at home and passes her work off as a man’s so that she’ll get more jobs/be paid more for them (since I'm assuming the events that happen in-game take place during the 60's, (rubber hose animation being popular in the 30's + 30 year timeskip) so there'd be more sexism towards women in the workforce). Nomi grew up watching Bendy cartoons and had always aspired to someday work at the studio and animate her own cartoons with the little devil darlin’ she adored so much. 

One day, Satoru is feeling nostalgic and decides to take Nomi, now an adult woman in her late 20′s/early 30′s, down to the old studio for a visit, unaware of the horrible nightmare brewing inside. They enter the abandoned studio, around the time Henry is already deep within the depths of the building uncovering the mysteries of the studio’s hellish state. The two of them quickly realize something is wrong and set out to investigate on their own, none the wiser to Henry’s presence/recent exploits. They fight off ink monsters still lingering inside while proceeding with their investigation.

The two of them end up getting separated for a time from the decrepit building’s unstable structures falling apart around them. Nomi wanders around while looking for a way to regroup with her father, and ends up discovering a section of Bendy-Land that was meant to be some sort of bizarre petting zoo for creatures resembling the cartoon characters. Joey had only managed to have one creature created, a creature that was meant to be a fluffy and adorable little Bendy for kids to play with, but the experiment had quickly gone sideways and the Bendy creature ended up much bigger and scarier-looking than planned (basically just picture ink Bendy a little more filled out and animal-like, and also floofy XP). Nomi discovers the Bendy creature wandering the petting zoo area, the poor thing with ink-matted fur having survived this whole time solely off of cans of bacon soup that seem to be littering the entire studio. The Bendy creature spots Nomi, seeing her as a threat since everything else in the studio has done nothing but attack him. Having no weapons to protect herself with after accidentally breaking an axe earlier, Nomi arms herself with a can of bacon soup that she finds laying around. After a brief struggle, Nomi somehow ends up befriending the Bendy creature, who becomes curious about her since she isn’t an ink monster like the others. 

Nomi finds out that the Bendy creature fully understands what she says to him, but he himself can’t communicate back in human language; his growls/purrs/breathing/etc. sound much like ink Bendy’s and is how he verbally communicates, along with an extensive use of body language/non-verbal cues. During their short period of bonding, Nomi promises to bring the Bendy creature with her upon escaping the studio, wanting to give him a proper bath and take care of him, to nurse him back to better health after living in such horrid conditions for so long. The Bendy creature approves of the offer and allies himself with Nomi, following her around and helping to protect her from the dangers of the studio. 

The pair at one point end up encountering ink Bendy and engage in an all-out brawl with him since Nomi refuses to hide. Ink Bendy goes after Nomi first, whose stubborn streak and fiery personality makes her ready to fight back, especially after having picked up a gent pipe earlier. She manages to hold her own for a bit until ink Bendy knocks the pipe away from her and overwhelms her, to which the Bendy creature lunges in and starts fighting ink Bendy himself. The fight turns into a back-and-forth kind of brawl where ink Bendy continuously knocks one of them back before the other rushes back in. Nomi fights hard, weaponizing whatever she can along with swinging her fists for a good, old-fashioned beatdown, doing surprisingly well with the Bendy creature’s aid, but it still isn’t enough to subdue ink Bendy. It isn’t until Satoru finds them and rushes in with his own weapon does ink Bendy retreat, not wanting to deal with a 3-on-1 fight. Satoru nearly attacks the Bendy creature as well until Nomi convinces him that he’s on their side.

How they end up escaping the studio is still up in the air, seeing as there currently isn’t Chapter 5 to refer to, so idk if they should encounter Henry at all or end up slipping out on their own while Henry continues to deal with his own shit XD

The Bendy creature is brought home with Nomi and her dad, and after a recovery period of getting him thoroughly cleaned and properly cared for (although he keeps the sheepdog bangs over his eyes cuz his eyes are actually pretty terrifying to look at…also they’re very light-sensitive, he needs that little bit of shade XD), he quickly settles in to home life with them. He greatly enjoys getting to eat things that aren’t bacon soup, and quickly develops a habit of sleeping on Nomi’s bed with her every night (yep, on, not in, he just flops down on top of her comforter and cuddles up XD). He’s the best darn guard monster and an epic snuggler XP He also quickly develops a basic understanding of and how to execute affectionate human gestures like hugging, hand-holding, and kissing (although he looks rather goofy whenever he puckers his lips to give a kiss XD). Things are fluffy and cute and there’s a whole bunch of silly shenanigans with Nomi and her floofy monster boyfriend lmao XP

aaaand that’s all I got so far! :P

[trashfolk]

4. Your current campaign. 6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc). 9. Your favorite thing about D&D. 11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play? 15. Do you have snacks during game times? 16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer? 17. What are some house rules that your group has? 18. Does your party keep any pets? 19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions? 20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Yay, more indulgence! These are from the D&D ask meme found here.

4. Your current campaign. 

We are playing Star Wars Force and Destiny. So far we are a group of  Force sensitives on the run from this mystery group who seems to be rounding up Force users for some kind of really crazy experiments, and somebody with a lightsaber just showed up.

There is… a lot of tension in the party right now and my character is totally innocent of any of it.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

Weirdly, none of my player characters have been killed before, though with my current DM, I know he is a bloodthirsty bastard.

There was that recent time where we couldn’t get information out of this NPC bounty hunter, so we let another NPC Force user in to help, but he basically exploded her insides. That was fun.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

I saw this video on youtube recently (I can’t remember where) where this guy was talking about how, in tabletop rpgs, when telling stories, a lot of times somebody will start telling the story by saying “ The party did this” or “My character did that”. But inexplicably, it always sturns to “We did this” or “I did that”.

I like the idea of how tabletop games have this real ability to make it feel like YOU are in the shit. You get so invested in these characters, and the acting of it all. I love that feeling.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

Right now our group is shooting for every 2 weeks, though I would ideally play once a week. I am impatient.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

Oh deer lord, yes. Snacks and coffee.

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

Well considering I live around nobody in PA, and half our group is in Boston, somebody else is Michigan (I think), and somebody else is in Florida, it’s online through Discord and Roll20. 

I think I would prefer to do it in person, though, tbh.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

I don’t think we actually have any in our current game?

Though I would def be more open to them if I DMed. I like the idea of home-brewing abilities or items. 

I would be more insistent that people play to their alignment. 

I think you should be able to crit on ability checks (which apparently D&D says isn’t a thing). 

I also like the idea of handing out XP for good role-playing, not just for combat. 

buy me Chipotle and I’ll level you up

18. Does your party keep any pets?

I would consider our Chadra-fan pilot a pet. But no, not at the moment. I do want to get an owl for my character, but we have bigger concerns at the moment.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

idk if anybody else in the group does, but I always test new dice before buying them, and then again before sessions. I give them three chances, and if they don’t average high enough for me, they don’t get used.

I really seriously do think there is something to the weighting of dice that effects their rolls to not be entirely random. So I wouldn’t call it superstition…

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Okay, so not D&D directly, but let’s go with RPGs.

I actually started off on Gaiaonline, as bad as that is. lmao. I joined this guild that did an X-Men rpg. It was more just writing based, no dice rolls or anything, but everybody was good about not god-modding or doing things their character couldn’t reasonably do with their stats. We regularly wrote fuck-ups or injuries in battle to give flavor. I left and rejoined that group and off-shoots of it multiple times over a series of something like 8 years. I think about rejoining it every now and again, but it is so slow and no process is made over series of months because of how seldom people post now. It used to be required we post twice a week, to keep things going.

So, I had wanted to try DnD for a long time, but couldn’t find anybody to play with. Finally, in college, I got to fill in for a friend’s character at their session. She was a bard, and it was fun, though I got chastised for not RPing her character right, as if I could know. I think they would have welcomed me back, but the girl that was my in told me she thought they were too far into the story and they’d be a bad group to start with. So naturally I took that as her not wanting me in the group and I never joined.I think they broke up not long after that because people graduated and moved away.

After that, I tried to join my now DM’s other groups he had going, using GURPS at one point. I think one group just died because of disinterest? Maybe it was story issues, I don’t remember. Then I tried to join a super-hero group he had going, but this was during college, and I just had no free time at all. I’d be trying to keep up with combat while doing chemistry homework.

Now, finally, we have a Star Wars rpg that I can regularly attend, and am loving it.

So, I guess to answer your question, I have been RPing in sense for 11 years. 

This was a long answer… sorry.

^D&D in a nutshell

[well-hidden-hot-mess]

today’s thoughts

this is going to be rambly but what else is new. just had a bunch of random thoughts floating around in my head that i just wanted to get “on paper” so hopefully they’ll stop floating around my brain and taking up space where more important things should be and stop stressing me out. 

to follow up on yesterday’s post, woke up feeling backed up and bloated so i was dreading the weigh in because i was sure i was going to have maintained or gained. which yes i know is stupid for it to be such a “worry” or be on my brain the first second i wake up but it wasn’t i swear. i was up at 5am and this happened at like 7am but the second i looked at my body and saw my stomach being all puffed out i was like this isn’t going to be fun... but i tried to be positive and be like look, yesterday you “only” (i need to stop using that word) went for a leisurely walk (i’ll go into that next) and did yoga for activity (even though I hit 11,000 steps) plus you didn’t drink all of your water and you ate an extra 230 calories in the form of a chocolate protein bar (more on that later too) so if you are up a little bit, it’s understandable and it’ll be okay... stepped on the scale, looked down, and was shook because I lost .9lbs... halle-fucking-luyah. i shouldn’t feel such a relief at that but i think it was just that weight was lifted (no pun intended) from my shoulders because i was kicking my ass so hard the last 10 days and wasn’t seeing any progress so it was just a lot of frustration built up since i knew there was zero reason this should be happening due to previous experience and just common sense with how this all works. oh idk if i mentioned, i did lower my macros yesterday back down because my activity level wasn’t as high as i thought it would be and i wasn’t as active in between my workouts and since i was maintaining pretty steadily, i figured that would be a good idea and i was right. 

for the walk part, i forced myself to slow the f down and do an actual leisurely walk and ended up losing track of time and walking an hour and afterwards i wasn’t absolutely wrecked and useless the rest of the day. so that’s the plan from now on unless i’m doing cardio as my more intense workout of the day (like if i’m pairing it with yoga or something) or doing the stairs or something. 

the protein bar. well i was all up in my feels and had no idea why and was just really tired and mentally drained but not like full on but like 75% done and just emotionalish. i had drank my preworkout and was determined to go workout but it like never kicked in and that kinda hinted to me that maybe i just needed a break and it would be better to do it today (my hip was ultra pissed plus i was exhausted so it wouldn’t have been the best and it would’ve just made me frustrated and not a positive experience). so i made myself a healthy dinner (air fried skinless chicken drumsticks (which holy fuck are my new favorite food ever) with asparagus and brown/wild rice) even though i wanted nothing to do with cooking (thankfully they were all already prepped) and figured they would fit in my macros. lol jk because the macros i thought i had left didn’t include the rice i had at lunch so with some switching around my carbs/fats, i hit everything pretty spot on. which i was happy about for .1 second until i wanted something sweet since that’s how i always end my day and i had zero macros left. so that little “fuck it” voice popped up and i was like you know what, it’s not going to kill me and i just want it so it’s fine, i don’t care (not like f it i don’t care but more like it’s only 230 calories, i’m not going to let that ruin my day) and crawled into bed. it was at that point that i realized i was emotional when a tiktok that was like “things will get better” like sweet but not like powerful enough to ellicit the reaction of tears rolling down my face. so i looked up exercise for depression figuring there’d be something that would help me and then one of yoga with adriene’s videos popped up called “yoga for depression” and it was like 15 mins so i’m like let me just do this in my bed and maybe i’ll feel better in general and less guilty for completely skipping the second workout. so i did that one... and then another... and another to total 45 mins. i felt so much better afterwards and like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and i fell asleep really quickly and easily after that so i’m so beyond happy i did it and feel proud of myself to not give into the impending binge that i could feel brewing and to not just give up on the day and stay in that negative headspace. so that was a good end to a could’ve been terrible day. 

i went to target yesterday and as always went a little crazy with the spending but it was mostly on stuff i needed and healthy snacks that don’t go bad quickly. but my plan was to get back from my walk, eat something, clean myself up a little, and go to target so get there by like 12. i just couldn’t get myself to get up and go. i was ready, there was just something holding me back aka anxiety. like target is my happy place... i had more than enough money so it wouldn’t be a stressful thing... and i just couldn’t get myself to get up and go. i think quarantine and not working/leaving my apartment every day has made my anxiety expand into like very mild agoraphobia like symptoms. i finally was just like fuck it, i need to go now or else it’s going to be busy with all the kids getting out of school and people getting out of work so i ended up leaving at 3 finally. it’s just a weird feeling having this invisible thing holding me back to begin with but like ultra weird that it was holding me back from a place i love a little too much. but i’m proud that i pushed through and ended up having a nice relaxing visit and FINALLY found my favorite creamer (oat yeah oatmeal cookie flavor omg) when they’ve been out for months and a couple other fun snacks that i’m excited to try. plus i found cute little baskets to put in my shoe rack and i love them and some organizers for my bathroom drawers which desperately need to be reorganized so i’ll probably do that later since it’s a rainy day so i won’t feel guilty not being outside. 

i’ve been thinking about work again and some things have been floating around in my brain. like making a youtube channel (about what? no fucking idea), or a podcast (again about what tho?), or a blog (same issues) or something like that where i can work from home for now on my own schedule until i’m ready to go back out into the real world and work again. i think i’m going to do some brainstorming about that today and report back.

my dad got me the new ninja air fryer/oven and omfg i’m legit obsessed. it’s like the only positive thing i have right now and as sad as that is, i’m ignoring how pathetic that is and just enjoying it for now. #ignoranceisbliss

i think i’m going to adopt a kitten like this week. i need something cute and fluffy and to make me happy and to focus on so i don’t go insane. nashville humane has so many cute little nuggets and one is a tuxedo and his name is elmo and i’m obsesseddddd. 

okay this has been going on for way too long so i need to go chug an energy drink and get my walk started before the torrential downpour from the latest hurricane/tornado/whatever the fuck it is. 

[dancekickboxcardio]

I have to show up today. I made my fit Americano which doesn’t have to be cold 🥶 brew anymore. I also have some water 💦. I should be eating 🍽 right not but I don’t feel like it.

I have to bring up that issue with Laura. There is the proper way and just how your life falls. Then you ask yourself the other is better because it contributes to my overall health how?

I have to adjust this weather 🍃🍂🍁. The crisp chill is really affecting my circadian rhythm what a surprise. No really, it affects the amount of neurotransmitters in your brain 🧠 I don’t know the exact details because your eyes 👀 only filters so much light 🌞. Those changes in brain chemicals affects your body. Yup, nursing 👩🏼‍⚕️ is pretty practical knowledge. You don’t have 👶🏻 babysitting experience. Heck, they teach you how to wrap and football 🏈 hold a bambino 🤱🏻 how much you feed them because their stomachs are small and how often. It’s like overwhelming stuff apart from the feeling that you have this precious thing in your hand 🖐🏾 the emotions that you feel and in an intense way, the lack of sleep 💤 and the feeling that am I doing all and best that I can? Chill. Parenting is personalized that’s why some kids are better than others.

I have to so watch Taylor Swift on concert 🎫 . I feel my blood surge. Warm fuzzy feeling. This song 🎶 woke me up not because it makes you fall which it does, how fitting 🍁 but because it’s poetry. It’s like words put together like pastry 🥮. It was beautiful. I relate to it. Full life. I got up because I had this thought 💭 that I want to read more poetry thanks to song and influence of the twitter accounts of Into the Forest and Library Hunter. They say stuff that busy bodies like I don’t pay attention to or care. I like them because I feel that they don’t tell you how to live, they ask you how to feel ♥️. It’s an intellectual exercise for me more on. You get in touch with who you are inside and that’s important too. It can be too much, too little and that’s for you to experience. There is not the perfect way to living life. But there is an advantageous method to doing it. What I am saying is no should tell you exactly how to think 🤔, act or feel. But know that it mustn’t be harmful.

In contrast to Taylor Swift, the BO$$ song played as I was preparing my fit Americano. Jamesicle and Oullsie are running rambunctiously and Jayjay was wrestling 🤼‍♀️ older bro Spark ⚡️. He gets love 💕 and that’s how he channels his excitement. For the most part, he is really a sociable active cat. He does what he wants. I was grabbing something from my room 🚪. Was it my water 💦 bottle or my cellphone 📱 ? It was my hydroflask and I heard the song 🎼. I heard that Kelli taught my party 🎊 class, Dance Jams 🕴🏻. I am so happy 😃 they enjoyed how she teaches. Angie maybe attitudey but that’s exactly what you love 💗 her. You get acquainted with stank and sass. Gawd, it is so much fun. What I am saying is that coming from my room to the kitchen I started dancing 🕺🏽. I thought 💭 it right away, I must attend training 👟 because of it of course.

I have been honing on to being zero in sharp. It is to my advantage to loosen my thinking 🤔 and allow random unrelated interrupted and jumbled ideas 💡 come to me. It is scary how I can be so spot on exact. Cognition is apart of mental health. Sometimes we are so messed up because we confuse ourselves. You are so sure. Better be doubtful. IDK 😐 . I am just a psych kind of gal 👩🏼‍🎓. It is helpful for me like what I was saying while waiting for leg 🦵🏾 equipment, I know exactly what I would do. Let’s be hypothetical and allow our brains 🧠 to sort of do a wheel spin and you stop 🛑 it at a spontaneous point, what is you reaction and not what your usual first reaction that could be a reflex 😝. Method to the madness hell yeah. But in confusing yourself your mind is jumbled up. The connections of neurons up there is shuffled and I like that. But there are so many things happening. It’s not simple. Like there is mental processing extinction, speed, capacity, recency, etc. I recommend Dr. Groth. Although I am so Dr. Weig—‘s student. They are both tough professors. All are including Dr. White. They have different teaching expertise. What I mean is they focus at different strengths and I got what I paid for, on a state school tuition 💰. You are horrible. Bargain.

I am going to add to this post stuff from weekend 🗓 that I never put out. Because the weather makes you want to cozy up and cuddle and wear orange brown and drink chai, well your reasons for continued taking care of your body must succeed your easy comfortable desire to hang out in a plush seat 🛋 . I listen to👂🏾 my body just as I eavesdrop at the self-talk generated by all human reason, my right ankle is weak and my right hips is a little achy. No back pain 😖? Right away my gears ⚙️ up there processed go easy on your body perhaps no MetCon but rower 🚣🏼‍♀️ or paddle bike 🚲. What I discovered by chance is when you work on your muscles 💪🏾 on different ways in a day it develops better. Haha 🤣 , rocky hard biceps. I love 💕 it. Sometimes decision making is not there. Many times, it already has this scheme, a tree 🌳 of some sort that helps you out in knowing what’s the best way to approach even if it’s not a day overview but just a planning ahead in like a 5 hour period. Or when I don’t feel like it, what do I want to do as I walk into the candy 🍭 store jungle of strengthening machines.

I would like to watch TV 📺 . Vampire 🧛🏻‍♀️ Diaries. 😆