#idk if he still thinks the spell wore away on its own

[oddberryshortcake]

It's killing me that Lilia has spent a lot of time and money taking Silver to different medical mages/doctors to see exactly what's wrong with him and why he's so sleepy

When Idia was able to do a quick analysis on Grim and discover that he has a 1000 year old curse placed on him

STYX is literally the only place capable of giving him the answer he's been searching for

[carelesswispe]

Yo! Could I get an angst fic with Hubert, where the reader has lost an eye in battle?

Losing an eye in battle 

Uwaa~ this was more fun than I thought it would be! Thank you so much for requesting! I had to rewrite this a couple times because I think I misread your ask or smth at first haha idk whats up with me--anyway,, I hope you enjoy it ><

>genre: mostly angst

>pairings: hubert x reader (gn)

>warnings: mentions of blood, injury, fighting, the reader losing an EYE and implications of death (tell me if i missed any !)

‘You can do this, (name), after all, you’ve made it to the final stretch’ you hyped yourself up as you marched into the battlefield beside Hubert. The both of you were stationed at the back of the battalion to focus on supporting the front liners. Were you scared? Most definitely. Although this wasn’t your first battle, there was something nerve wracking about this battle being a huge step towards an end to this bloody war. But no matter how much you try to convince yourself, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in your gut that told you that something was going to go wrong. 

Hubert, your ever reliable classmate and the man you adored, noticed the tense expression on your face. He clears his throat, loud enough to catch your attention. “As we approach this big hurdle in achieving Lady Edelgard’s goals, let’s keep up the good work” although it was awkward, you could tell that the man was trying to encourage you and it definitely helped to clear your noisy mind, even just a little. 

You flashed the man a small smile, a determined look shining upon your eyes. This gesture made a rare smile play on his lips as well, the corners of his eyes softening slightly. As you watch the brunet’s broad back move farther into the battlefield, you realise that he too, was feeling anxious about this battle. And as strange as it sounded, you were comforted by this fact, hastening your steps to join him in the battlefield.

The first few battles were pretty tame, supporting Professor Byleth from behind, covering the professor whenever there was the slightest bit of an opening in the professor’s movements. But after a while, maybe it was because you weren’t paying attention but you found yourself separated from the professor. 

Mumbling a curse under your breath, you survey your surroundings to find yourself in a torrent of dust and smoke. You feel dread pool the bottom of your stomach as you see a large silhouette approaching you. 

You assume a defensive stance as the figure becomes clearer and clearer as the ring of dust and smoke settles, a chill creeping up your spine as you see a head of blond hair coming into view. 

Dimitri’s gaze upon you hardens as you retain your defensive stance. Although the two of you certainly weren’t close, the thought of having to kill a person he used to be schoolmates with left a bitter feeling in his mouth. “...I have to do this...to stop this senseless killing. I will stop you from taking away another life here and now!” and with this, his resolve hardens and the air around him shifts. You steel yourself as you prepare yourself for the man’s next course of action, taking a deep breath.

His slow strides quickly sped up and he began charging towards you at full speed, his weapon raised up in the air. You were slightly taken aback by the man’s speed and you scrambled to avoid him and made a pathetic attempt to injure him before he reached you but whatever you tried seemed to have no effect on him as he continued to charge towards you.

As a last resort you used up whatever energy you had left in you in an effort to widen the distance between the two of you and it worked, so you thought. Although you managed to put some distance between you and your assailant, it was futile as the prince flung his javelin in the air with surprising speed, aiming for your head. 

You didn’t register the javelin flying towards your right eye quickly enough, only noticing it when it was too late. Almost immediately, you feel a blazing hot pain blooming from the right side of your face, spreading all the way down to your neck. A shout rips through your throat as you fight to clutch the right side of your face in favour of clutching onto your weapon as you continue to attack. 

You felt dizzy from the amount of blood you were losing and you could feel your consciousness slip away with every movement you willed your body to take. You honestly had no idea how you had the strength to continue swinging your sword and you didn’t know how long you could keep it up. 

In a last ditch attempt, you mustered all the strength you had left to shout at the top of your lungs in hopes of attracting the attention of others. As the battle went on, so did the throbbing of your head, screaming at you to lay down and stop moving. Gritting your teeth, you desperately latched onto whatever consciousness you had left.

Just as you were about to take another blow from the prince, you felt a strong wave of magic strike down from where Dimitri was standing. And with this, you felt hope surge through your veins as you looked around the battlefield with urgency. A growl leaves Dimitri’s grit teeth as his eyes land on Hubert. 

Hubert, however, didn’t relent in his attacks, not giving the blond a chance to recover from each of his spells. Eventually everyone else gathered to fight against Dimitri and at that point, any resistance the prince put up was futile against the whole army. But still, he continued to fight until the very end. And before you knew it, it was over. The battle has been won and all there's left to do is to put a stop to Rhea and the remaining soldiers of the church. 

All the adrenaline from the battle had faded and you had become more faint with each step you took. This did not go unnoticed by Hubert. He hurriedly excused himself from Edelgard’s side, something the ever loyal servant would never do under normal circumstances and walked towards your weakening figure. 

“(name)!” Hubert called out to you, worry evident in his panicked voice. The sound of Hubert’s shout brought you out of your daze, making you snap your head towards the source of the voice. You wince at the dizziness your sudden movement brought you and suddenly, your body couldn’t take anymore and your knees buckled from underneath you. The only thing you could hear as your consciousness faded was the sound of hurried footsteps towards your person accompanied by someone’s worried shouts.

When you came to, you were laid on a soft bed with a killer headache, unable to see out of the right side of your eye. In a panic, you sat up from the bed and assessed your surroundings the best you can as your blurry vision slowly clears up. You felt a sharp pain in your head, particularly at the right side as a result of your sudden motion. A pained groan escapes your lips as your hands instinctively shoot up to clutch your head. You feel for your right eye only to feel bandages wrapped around the right side of your head.

You remember now. The javelin, heading straight towards your right eye as you failed to do anything about it. It’s gone now. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open slowly, a black shape emerging from it. “You’re awake.” a certain classmate’s voice of yours came out of the blurry figure which you came to recognise as Hubert’s as your vision focused on it and you could properly make out its features. He was carrying a tray which contained a bowl of soup and a glass of water which he placed on the table at the side of the bed.

“...How was your rest?” Hubert asks with a tone you’ve rarely heard from him. Turning your body to face him, you could see that he wore an expression of worry, his brows furrowed and his normally sharp eyes were soft.

You opened your mouth only to close it again. You didn’t know what to say. On one hand, you wanted to lie and say everything was fine but you knew there was no way in hell you could say that. Especially not with how you no longer had two eyes to look through. Hubert knew that and yet he couldn’t do anything but watch as you sat on the bed with a bitter expression. 

“I prepared some soup for you. I feel regretful for having to keep it light since you are still in the midst of recovery but rest assured, I will prepare something better once you recover.” Hubert spoke, breaking the tense atmosphere. Gently moving a tray table over your lap, he places the tray of soup on it. 

Watching as you simply stared at the food in front of you, Hubert felt a pang of guilt hit his heart seeing your dejected state. He knew all too well of the consequences of war but all this time he thought that it was okay, as long as it was for her lady Edelgard but now, all he wanted to do was end this war as fast as possible, as naive as that sounded. If only he had gotten there more quickly, and then maybe you wouldn’t have to lose an eye. Then maybe you needn’t have suffered. 

Clenching his fist tightly, Hubert drops into a curtsey “Get some rest” he couldn’t do anything for you right now but offer you his silent support. And right now, you need time to yourself. As he left the room, Hubert threw you one last glance, his heart tightening at the way you aimlessly played with your food, a blank expression on your face

okay i know this was a bit short but i might make a part 2 on my own time. im not too experienced in writing fight scenes so i feel that the fight scene was a little wonky >< i will try my best to improve so please tell me some of your opinions on it ! any sort of feedback is very much appreciated and i will try my best to take them to heart in order to improve my writing

[mxvladdy]

Unrepentant: Chapter One

Yoz! Finally, I sat down and edited this! (Yaay I'm slow as fuck)

I loved writing Diavolo's True Form piece (Located Here) so I wanted more and really to write this headcanon I've had since he was introduced! It is suggested to read his true form before this but you do you and live your best life.

Anyway idk how long this will be but all the true form stuff will be in this fanfiction :)

Hope ya like!

Word Count: 4k

Rating: General

The Devildom moons glint high above you outside your bedroom window. Their perpetual radiance casting dancing shadows across the walls. The solace of your empty room envelops you like a warm hug. It pulls the stress of the day away off your shoulders leaving you sleepy. Dropping your book-laden bag to the floor you flop face-first into the freshly washed sheets of your bed.

Exam season was rolling in fast and all of the academy was gearing up for the students' and teachers' inevitable breakdowns. From personal experience, you saw firsthand what happens when a demon gets stressed out. Even the lesser demons you know can cause some major damage when they reach their boiling point, though it pales in comparison to the havoc the big seven cause. Just yesterday Beel lost control in the middle of cram school after the teacher refused to let them out on time for dinner. Poor Lucifer was still scrambling to pay for the damages and trying to find a replacement in time for next week's lessons. Then, on the same day at the other end of the campus, Satan all but totaled a classroom in a fit of rage after another student dared to try and correct him. Bless the Old Gods themselves that at least Levi and Belphie were easy to deal with during these times. They were both book smart and beyond capable with their studies, they just lacked the wherewithal to put the effort in. Well, Belphie was more guilty than Levi when it came down to it. Most of the time Lucifer could be seen dragging Belphie to class by the ankle, face stormy with rage. It was humorous to watch-just from a distance.

As for you, you figure it was best to just be out of the direct line of fire. One too many brushes with death in the Devildom for your comfort. During this time of year, it became almost a sport. You got really good at dodging large pieces of furniture and spells during exam week when the brothers finally start coming to blows. Not that you fault them, they were just letting their aggression out as any good primordial being would. But, the lack of sleep and constant fear of annihilation by bookshelf is murder on your grades. After a few meetings with Lucifer and Diavolo, you all decide you should stay in the palace till after exams.

The palace.

You smile softly to yourself tracing a thumb over your clavicle. Your finger ghosts over the healing black marks running down your skin. It was rocky at first, rebuilding your relationship and trust, with Diavolo after your "run in". He acts like you were made of spun glass and eggshells, physically trying to keep as much distance between the two of you as possible. All the while you had to butt head with seven of the strongest and most bull-headed men you had ever met. Their protectiveness towards you tried your patience in ways you never expected. It took what you are pretty sure was your guardian angel to finally get the brothers to relent. With Simeon acting as your chaperone you start to live again. It was nice to finally feel comfortable around the demon again. Seeing him return to his normal candor and temperament again was a breath of fresh air. Thinking of him makes you flush, the cool air of your room burning your cheeks as you recall all the stolen evenings in his and Barbatos's company. All the hours spent laughing at their outlandish assumptions of modern human social norms while they tried to guess if they were correct or not, and then there were the nights where it was just you and the prince. He was nothing but cordial and proper, just conversations between two friends.

A nice glass of port and dinner...maybe an errant brush of fingers when there was no need to touch a time or two. Perhaps a gaze held too long to be considered appropriate.

You groan into your pillows, feeling your heart flutter. You couldn't deny he was fascinating, and yes, perhaps you were a little infatuated with him. Who wasn't? You say it on the daily how other demons fawn over him. He is one of the strongest of their kin after all. Power is a huge part of the Devildom hierarchy, and he exudes it in spades. To a demon, he is the peak of their ideal. Yet, to you, from a human perspective, you enjoyed his personality and jovial nature. It was a side very few got to see of him and you cherish each moment you got to enjoy in the privacy of his quarters.

Of course, watching him crush an unruly usurper without a second thought was kinda hot. Hmmm-

A sharp rap at your door startles you. Was it time already? "Door's open Simeon!" You yell over your shoulder grabbing your robe and go behind your room divider to undress.

"Good evening!" The angel chirps entering your darkroom. With a wave of his hand, he lights your fireplace. The bright flames dancing to life to chase away the cold of the perpetual night.

"Show off." You come back around your divider to face him. He shrugs with a bashful smile offering you the tray he brought with him. His lithe fingers grab the few bottles he needed, leaving the rest for you. You unscrew the lid on one of the jars of salves specially crafted for you. You inhale, humming in delight, and the fresh scent of honeydew and lavender wafting up at you. "This one is new!" You beam dipping a finger in your eye the soft green goop. It was warm to the touch and made your finger go numb.

Simeon nods, twirling his hand in the air to make you turn around. "You mentioned stiff joints last night so I made something to help." His hand strokes over your back while he mutters to himself. "This is healing up nicely, though the color is becoming more opaque." You nod in acceptance. The curse- taint- whatever it was when Diavolo injured you hadn't stopped at just mental damage when it struck you. It took root on your body, burying itself deep and spreading through you like an uncontrollable flame. It wraps and twists itself around your arms, shoulders, and sides joining and merging with itself to rest around the tender skin of your neck. You found it beautiful in its own right. Like those ornate chokers in Levi's animes or the ones Mammon wore in some of his high-end modeling shoots. Yours was just as gorgeous but very permanent.

"These are coming along nicely," Simeon remarks looking over your back. He rubs some of his sweet-smelling ointment into your sides. He traces over some of the more intricate lines, they radiate power heating his celestial skin in a way you could not sense. The marks pulse in warning, threatened by his celestial power. Simeon frowns, taking his hand away. "It looks like Lucifer marks have been consumed completely now too."

"Really?" You crane your neck trying to see Lucifer's mark at the base of your neck. It figures Lucifer's was the last to be consumed. Solomon had hypothesized that since he was the eldest and thus the strongest it would make sense that it would take longer for Diavolo's blight to consume it. So far he has been correct.

Over time you watch as all the brothers' marks were taken over. Their bright colors bleed out to be replaced with an iridescent black. It was a little unfortunate since you loved the colors of their marks, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Simeon hands you a jar over your shoulder while he inspects the growing marks on your back. "I increased the dosage in this, your arms were still itchy, correct?"

You nod, taking the jar. You grimace as your nails scratch the delicate glass. Your skin wasn't the only thing that physically changed after Diavolo's magic took root. Your nail plates gleam black now, no longer clear and flimsy like human nails normally are. They are sharp now with lethal tips. They could gouge stone like it was tissue paper and even pierce the hard shell of a demon's skin. Beel had been impressed by the nick you gave him during P.E. It healed quickly so no harm was done, but it frightened you still.

Tutting, you shoot your fingers a scathing glance. As a defense mechanism, this new addition was great, but daily life was a pain. Your hands tore through everything if you weren't careful. Delicate pillows and sheets were kept far away from you lest they turn into ribbons. It was beginning to look like the brothers had adopted an unruly cat let loose in the halls.

Asmo fussed over you for days trying to figure out the best way to care for them. He wasted some nice clippers on you until he landed on a heavy-duty nail file. Your manicure only lasts a few days at best, but it was better than turning your pillows into pin cushions. Aside from your skin and nails, you could see better in the perpetual night of the Devildom. The blue haze of the twin moons is cleaner now. Every surface their light lands on shines like a beacon illuminating farther than you could see before. Gave Mammon a good scare walking the halls in complete darkness, you didn’t need a light anymore just the moons.

It was utterly fascinating to you, and Solomon. The mage takes every opportunity he could to poke and prod at your changes and charts them down with feverish excitement. So far, much to his displeasure, you show no more magical prowess than when you first arrived in the Devildom but he was certain you should. For now, no one knew what to expect so you were to just monitor yourself and check-in with Solomon and Simeon daily till they deemed this settled.

"There," Simeon finishes examining your back and neck, making sure he covered the entirety of each mark. "Looks like everything is in order. I'll leave you to rest for the evening." He wipes his hands helping you back into your robe before tidying up the small mess he made.

"You sure?" You ask following him to the door. "I feel like we haven't hung out for ages! I could fetch us some tea." You smile up at his soft face. You miss just hanging out with him. As of late all he has been to you is an on-call nurse. It would be nice to talk with him and Luke about something other than you for an evening.

Simeon smiles but shakes his head. "Perhaps tomorrow, Madame Scream has a few new cakes out this month. Luke has been talking my ear off about them and I'm sure he would love your company too." He eyes the door knowingly. "But for now someone else wishes to steal you away." He bids you goodnight then, leaving you clasping the doorknob and looking about into the pitch-black hallway.

It's in the moment you lock your door and turn to crawl into bed that someone knocks on your door. Your heart leaps in with an indiscernible emotion before beating fast with excitement, your brain following along slowly after it. You couldn't stop the smile crossing your face as you made your way back to the door. Something deep within you knew who it was. "Dia!" You swing the heavy door open and hug him tight. The moment your body makes contact with him you feel amazing. The grind of the day is gone, chased away by his warm arms encircling you. "I thought you were busy all evening?"

He chuckles swaying from side to side. "I was! But, what kind of prince would I be if I didn't throw my weight around every so often?" He leans down and nuzzles his face in your crown. He smiles into your hair. You were smelling more and more like him each day, it was titillating.

Dia breathes deeply taking in your sweet clean scent and savoring how his smokey amber smell was mingling with it. It was faint now, perhaps only strong enough for him, Barbatos and Lucifer can discern. Soon though lesser daemons will take notice of his scent mingling with yours. He makes a quick note to tell Simeon to look into a stronger ointment, it will be needed soon. Diavolo pulls away, clicking his tongue. He glances down at where your nails punched through the thick fabric of his waistcoat to graze his skin. "Do you have time for a drink? Barbatos went topside today and purchased a bottle of whiskey barrel age wine. It smells simply divine ." His gold eyes glance up to the large grandfather clock in the corner of your room. It was far past polite visiting hours, but he couldn't give less of a damn, despite the warning of his closest circles.

The nobles were beginning to notice how much he favored you and thus the court was beginning to talk. They were beginning to question his loyalty to the goal of the program, his fascination with one mere human raised concerns throughout his family members. "Why are you spending so much more time with that one?" They ask claws and fangs clinging as they nash and hiss at him, so many of his bloodline still refuse to use glamour believing it was an insult to their heritage. "They are of no importance, playing favorites could lead to a disaster for your crown." He knows many of them would love that.

For him to lose his neck and the crown so the old ones could rule again was a dream for many of them. Diavolo grimaces inwardly, they weren't wrong either. He was infatuated with you. Even Lucifer was beginning to express concern. While having you and the program was raising his ratings and the morale of the general populace, those of royal blood were beginning to create factions again. So far many were loyal, but the ones starting to make waves were the oldest in the circle.

He had plans in place of course, pieces on the board ready to move at a moment's notice. It would be messy when it happens and with you still in his kingdom...such actions were best to be avoided. No, for now, the brothers were enough protection from potential defectors and nay-sayers. He will do as he pleases, especially when it revolves around you.

"That does sound good," You agree tapping your chin in thought. It's been ages since you last drank a human liquor. All Diavolo's ports and sherries, while delicious, did not affect you. You missed the warmth that settled in your stomach after a good drink. "A good drink could calm my nerves. Give me a minute to change?" You step back into your room to scurry back behind your room partition leaving the massive demon to stand at your doorway.

"Nerves? Do you need more time for your finals?" He lumbers in coming to stand by your bed. He licks his lips staring at your rumpled bedding. It was still warm from you sitting there with Simeon. Deep down in his stomachs turns detecting the cherry sweet scent of the angel covering your sheets. He wanted to rub his body on the bedding, erasing that weakling's scent from what was his- He pulls himself back forcing his fangs back down. He trusted Simeon, no one was better suited for healing demonic wounds than an angel.

The prince observes your shadow scurrying about behind the paper screen. "There!" You jump from behind the screen in an oversized shirt. The fabric drapes down to rest just past your knees, the sleeves long and folded several times. "Ready to go?" You come back to his side slipping on your slippers.

"But of course!" He offers you his arm. "Though I am perhaps a little overdressed for the occasion, no?" He ribs, teeth flashing in jest. You accept his arm squeezing it tight and look him over dramatically.

"Yes, very much so...What good is a nightcap if you are still dressed in your day clothes?" You tug at his pressed white tie. For the first time that day, Diavolo laughed freely.

The walk from your room to his was a long one but filled with idle safe conversation. You jump from talks of the upcoming garden parties to what this week's lunch menu will be. Neither of you was blind to the prying eyes and ears lurking in the shadows of the corridors. You were unfazed by them now after months of coming to visit Diavolo and Barbatos during the evening. You became accustomed to their judgmental gazes and gossip over time. You nod politely to one of the visiting earl's and his entourage. They pass, many eyes looking you over curiously. "Earl Jan and his entourage have taken a liking to you." Diavolo rumbles watching the demons wander off to one of his many smoking parlors. "He finds your many human idioms and stories refreshing."

"Really? I have classes with a few of them they-"

"Young Prince." Diavolo stiffens by your side lurching to a halt. His hackles rise.

"Pleasant evening Lady Marquess?" The prince calls out not bothering to even turn around to acknowledge the baroness. You turn though curious as to who drew such vitriol from the normally genial demon.

The baroness scuttles out from where she had been standing, the shadows around her falling off like an elegant cloak. Her pale mandibles click in distaste when your eyes meet hers. Her hundreds of spider-like eyes latching onto you unblinkingly before flicking to Diavolo's tense back. "You missed our meeting on the upcoming festivities. I have some more requests on the dress requirements for the ball." She pauses head listing down to look at you again. Even without lips, you could feel her scowl of disgust. "It would be good for your little pet. Their dress attire at the last one was... lackluster."

Bull. Asmo and Levi had designed your outfit for the last ball. It had been amazing, the crowds looking on with jealousy and lust as you clung to Dia's arm. You don't have to look at Diavolo to feel his displeasure. "Such asinine topics like that can wait till tomorrow." He sniffs pulling you closer. His free hand comes up to grasp your hand around his bicep. “Good night Madame.”

You keep your eyes forward letting Dia escort you. The Marquess hisses quietly under her breath, something dark and biting in their native tongue. Diavolo goes rigid in head-snapping about inhumanly fast. The temperature in the hallway drops.

"Dia." You call in warning, breath wafting up in great puffs from the chilled air. He ignores you, turning his full attention to the interloper. He replies in turn voice simmering with rage. She wilts, head tilting down into a mockery of the usually appropriate bow when speaking to him. Beneath the fringes of her bangs, you could see a smirk playing on her lips. She struck the exact nerve she was looking for. "Dia," You pull on him more adamantly. "Come please?" His shoulders loosen at your words. His gold eyes drifting down to look at you.

"We will speak of this later matrona." He leaves the matter at that leaving with you in haste. The rest of the walk is tense, his eyes now darting to each shadowy corner in case another guest jumps from them.

"I apologize for that." Diavolo sighs the moment the doors to his private quarters close. He loosens his tie and tosses it to his smoking chair by the fire. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in a moment." He smiles at you before disappearing into his bathroom.

You take a seat kicking off your slippers to dig your toes into the plush hide of some animal you didn't know the name of and pour out two drinks for you and Diavolo. Waiting for him to reappear you eye the treats laid out on the table next to you. They looked too good to ignore. Popping a few tarts into your mouth you groan at the sweet citrus and mint creme that coated your tongue. Your ears twitch at the creak of the bathroom door.

Burly arms drape over your shoulders as Diavolo bends to nuzzle your neck. "Too good to wait?" He chuckles. You flush hyper-aware of the sugar cookie crumbs on the corner of your mouth.

"You said help myself." You reply after swallowing.

The prince hums. "That I did." He raises a thick finger up to collect the crumbs around your lips. "Ah- Barb outdoes himself again." He licks his finger coming around to take the seat next to you. Diavolo busies himself for a moment propping his feet up on his footrest and taking the drink you prepared from the table along with a good handful of sweets. Despite his casual demeanor you still could feel his agitation thrumming through your markings.

"I'm sorry." You blurt out. He looks up at you with a frown. "That confrontation in the hall, what the Marquess said was about me wasn't it?" You didn't know what her heated words meant, but the context of the exchange was quite clear.

A glint of pain flashes through his golden gaze. Diavolo goes for his drink, downing half of it in one large gulp. "You have nothing to apologize for. " He licks his teeth deep in thought before dropping his head back with a grunt. "What are politics like in your realm? Are they all-" He waves his glass vaguely.

You sit for a moment thinking hard on what you remember of human politics. "Most countries are no longer run by royal families. Though they still have a lot of sway with laws and the like." You take a sip. "But, back when royal families were more prevalent I would say they were like this." You mimic his little hand wave with a little smile.

"Homicidal and power-hungry?"

"Quite so." You chuckle looking into the fire. "Perhaps I can take you on a mini trip to go visit some old palaces?" Diavolo perks up intrigued.

"Where do you have in mind?"

"Maybe Italy?"

His eyes grow dark. "And why there?" He bites out. You shrug feeling as though you just crossed an unspoken line.

"Just-well. Your name, at least in human culture, is Italian, and you slip into it so casually. I thought you would like it..."

"I am not looking for you to humor me." He cuts you off. His glass thunking heavily on his oak side table, amber liquid sloshing over the side. "I get enough of that from the court. I only wish to spend time with you." You acknowledge him with a faint nod curling into your seat. "Ah-no, no mi giglio." Diavolo reaches for you, scooping you up to sit in his lap. "Forgive my agitation. If it is somewhere you wish to go then I would be happy to take us... The south is beautiful this time of year I hear." A shuttered look crosses over his eyes before he blinks it away. "Shall I get started with preparations?"

He pulls you in closer, your heat seeping through the thin layers of clothes separating the two of you. He feels you melt into the soft planes of his body. His closeness soothing the itching of your bandaged and oiled skin. Dia falls silent listening to you nod off on his lap but does nothing to stop you. Closing his eyes he instead enjoys the feel of his pseudo mark upon your body vibrating in harmony with his magic. Stroking your neck and spine he is unable to control the flood of unwanted memories bubbling to the surface of his mind. As you sleep peacefully unaware of your wishes he spends the rest of the evening watching the flames die down, lost in a waking nightmare.

[lucycola]

HI! Idk if it works well as a one shot but had an idea for a f!reader who is close with Din (or even Spock, I’m not picky) and begins fainting a lot. She tries to brush it off, but he gets more and more worried for her safety, so much so that he catches her a lot of the times as he’s on such high alert and is learning the signs Anyways pretty random but I trust you to do whatever you want with it🙏 thank youuu

This is my first time writing the Mandalorian so I’m hella scared aight. Jedi!Reader travels with Din and baby, seeking out the other Jedi to train her. Reader has feelings for Din. Din is his usual distant self at first. Elusively affectionate at times. They don’t know each other’s names because I like to make things difficult. Bits of Jedi telepathy between Reader and baby.

WARNINGS: Self starvation, fainting, FLUFF

You forewent food so often it was beginning to show. You had always been taut and toned thanks to fighting and fending off raiders and scavengers, but you were dropping weight rather quickly. You remedied this by wearing thick layers over your tunic, claiming the Razorcrest was too cold. You were stubborn in the least, but there had to be enough food for the baby and the Mandalorian. It wasn’t the first time you skipped a meal and it wasn’t such a big deal really. You wanted to make sure the baby or Mando didn’t go without.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t only making you thinner. You had random bouts of dizziness to the point that you stowed yourself away in the tiny compartment you called a bunk and lay there till the spell passed. You did your best to hide it from the both of them. The less trouble you caused, the better. This ride was practically free (so long as you helped with the baby).

The first instance you gave yourself away was speaking casually to the metal man in the cockpit about...well you couldn’t remember. The bout was sudden and you felt the edges of your vision blacken.

The Mandalorian had noticed your cease in speech and eyed you curiously. You were stone still with your right palm over your stomach.

You could feel the hammer of your heart in your ears and soon a total sheet of black was pulled over your heads as your head kissed the floor of the cockpit.

You were awoken to gloved hands fastened about your shoulders, giving them a firm shake.

“--hey! Wake up,” came the deep baritone voice through its modulator.

Your eyes blinked open to find your blurry reflection in his helmet.

“Oh!” you mouthed and scrambled back on the floor, “I’m sorry!”

You had to press you forehead to your hands. Even that movement costed you as another wave of dizziness came upon you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in a sympathetic tone you rarely heard and it was only ever directed at the baby. You felt your face flush. You felt pathetic.

“I’m fine I just...I just...”

“You just fainted.”

“It’s never happened before. I have no idea-I need to go.”

You carefully maneuvered yourself up and held the wall with your left and forehead with your right.

The Mandalorian did not press you for much more as that was his nature. Any questions he inquired were a gift and any conversation longer than three sentences was miracle.

You flung yourself face first on he ratty mattress and felt it then. The strong grumbling in your stomach.

x

After another another spell that left you waking up under a freezing stream of water in the fresher deterred you from being alone with your host longer than ten minutes. You turned your one meal a day into smaller divisions to eat more frequently in hope of warding off the spells. You still continued to feel dizzy a few times a day.

“That was...long,” the Mandalorian commented as you rushed by him, still dripping wet.

“I fell asleep,” you blushed and made your way back to your mattress.

A cute babble erupted from a lump in your blanket and you grinned. “Who’s hiding under there?”

You scooped up the baby who immediately pushed his tiny nose to yours and rubbed it in a little kiss as a greeting.

“Do you wanna sleep with me tonight, goose?” you asked, tickling his stomach, prodding further giggling. You arched a brow at the rectangular lump protruding next to the baby’s hiding place. You knelt down and as you did felt your heart beat louden in your ears. You blinked a few times, trying to steady your blurry vision. You opted to sit down instead and pulled out what the baby had been hiding with. You pulled out your family’s saber and gave him a stern face.

“You...can’t play with...this,” you struggled to say, feeling your vision going south again.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply through your nose. You hugged the baby to your chest and he watched you in wonder with his big doe eyes. He tilted his head to one side and slowly met your cheeks with both hands.

You saw a vision of you passing out, hitting the grass beneath your feet. It was another spell you had while at a camp you and the Mandalorian had made while on Andraulus II. He had been away (thank the Maker) and it saved you the embarrassment of being shaken awake again.

You opened your eyes to be met by the slobbery big stare of the baby making the cutest concerned face.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, a little annoyed that it seemed he was always watching you somehow. You had to still your habit of swearing just because of it. ”Just don’t tell Mando, alright?”

“Tell me what.”

The Mandalorian was perched in the doorway of your bunk, leaned up against it casually. You felt your heart quicken. That sneaky bucket-head! For someone who wore clunky, heavy-as-hell beskar he was light on his feet.

Your face flamed. “I-I was-”

The baby clicked the button of your saber causing the blue to flash up.

“Stop that, now,” you chided the little fellow. “You can’t play with it. It was my grandfather’s. It’s very special and dangerous. Go to your papa, now.”

You re-sheathed the saber in on itself and handed the baby off to the ready arms of his father.

Once again the Mandalorian didn’t press any further and simply turned on his heel and left. You fell back in the mattress and huffed.

x

It hit you again in front on the Mandalorian again in the cockpit one day after a length trek to find a bounty. You had pushed to go with him for some reason he had let you.

“Think you can keep up this time, Jedi?” A cross between playful banter and a stern warning. You could never tell with him. He terrified you, but also excited you.

“Better than you, bucket head,” you quipped back.

“No more surprise naps.”

You blushed.

“I--”

“Head out.”

He patted your head making you feel smaller than you already were (you were over a head shorter than he) and continued past you into the forest.

You both returned safely and with no dizzy spells. You mad sure to drink as much water as you could and even allowed yourself a little nibble.

When you both returned with a body in tow he went to encase it in carbonite and you went to find his baby fighting sleep in your bunk again.

After rocking him and settling him down you joined the Mandalorian in the cockpit and carefully sat in the copilot’s chair. As soon as you sat you felt a wave of dizziness envelop your head. It was quicker this time. You clutched your stomach and swayed. You felt a gloved hand with a steel grip clutch your shoulder. Without sound he was beside you, peering down at you.

“What’s wrong with you.” The question was phrased as a demand.

“I’m fine.”

“I’ve had enough of that.”

“I’m just really tired.” You made to stand and almost keeled over. A swift arm swept under your knees and you were being cradled to cold beskar.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered.

He softly walked to your bunk. “If there’s something wrong, you need to tell me. I can’t have you going out like that on a retrieval. It’s hard enough to watch your back and my own, not adding fighting off enemies with you slung on my shoulder.”

“I’m not useless,” you mumbled. You could fight amateurly with the saber, but you had been practicing with a blaster.

“You are unconscious.”

He set you down next to the baby quietly. You laid there and he towered over you, making you shiver.

“What’s wrong with you.”

“I’m exhausted.”

You were surprised to hear him sigh under the cover of the modulator. It was soft and tired in itself.

“Little Jedi,” he murmured, his name for you.

When it came to introducing one another after your third run in he replied to the standard “Who are you?” with “Someone who’s tired of saving your ass”.

“I was the one doing the ass saving. You almost lost your helmet back there, bucket-head.”

“Are you a Jedi?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure.”

“Who are you?”

“Someone who’s tired of saving your ass.”

You wrapped your arms around the sleeping baby. “Are you mad now?”

“No,” and then with a touch of finality, “Don’t lie to me again.”

The tone of his voice sent heat blooming in your belly.

“Goodnight, bucket-head.”

“Goodnight, little Jedi.”

x

A few days later you were being shaken awake again and immediately your hearing was flooded by the cries of the baby. You had fainted with the child in your arms and sudden panic filled your chest.

The Mandalorian had found you in the hole, spread eagle on your back with the baby wailing to the top of its lungs.

You reached for him groggily and the Mandalorian snatched him up before you could. You were left to look around confused a few moments before the baby had been hushed.

“What in the hell is wrong with you!” an angry voice came from above.

You looked up to see a very tall Mandalorian, coddling the little green bundle.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could offer. Your head slumped forward.

“Something is wrong with you and you keep skipping around like it’s fine,” he halfway barked, “He could’ve gotten hurt. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

You rubbed the back of your head. “It’s not so bad this time,” you mumbled.

The Mandalorian squatted to your level and snapped your head to face him with his free hand.

“And what if he hit his head?”

You eyes widened. Mando was right.

“I’m giving you one last chance to tell me or I’m strapping you to your bed.”

His interrogation was interrupted by the intense grumbling of your stomach.

The baby pointed to it, looking at his father as if to say, See? I tried to tell you.

“Ah,” the Mandalorian looked at you knowingly. “You’re not eating enough.”

“I don’t want to eat all of our food,” you pleaded, “You and the baby need more than me. I’ll be fine with just a little.”

“Not if you keep fainting like this.”

You both were silent a moment and you could feel his glaring at you through his helmet.

“Am in trouble?’

“Big trouble.”

x

Then came the Mandalorian’s restless tirade of nearly force-feeding you every hour. Your stomach had shrunk considerably since you started skipping meals and it was hard to go back to a regular eating schedule. The dizziness still hit you now and again, but Mando had learned the signs. He’d watch your eyes get big and far away and you always held your stomach with your right hand. Then plunk! You’d go down.

He’d made a point to always be a few feet from you, sometimes even trailing you when you walked to make sure you were alright. Often you were practically confined by command to a chair. You were steadied when swaying in the chair and swooped up when standing. Even if you were only dizzy and had not fainted you were still cradled to his chest fiercely every time you showed signs.

It was so endearing and you were horribly embarrassed.

After one occasion you were swept up and awoke to still be in his arms. He hadn’t moved a muscle and stood there, holding you tight.

“Mando?”

“You need to eat.”

“If I do I’ll throw up.”

He sighed.

“How long was I out?” You pressed your head to the cool beskar, breathing in his scent.

“About a minute.” He was already walking lightly to the bunks.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

He deposited you in his bunk instead (by mistake?) and left you there confused. He returned shortly with water and made you drink at least half.

“Little Jedi,” he sighed again. “Who in the world are you?”

You looked up at him adoringly. He had never bothered to ask again in all your travels together and you hadn’t asked out of fear and respect. You didn’t know if the Mandalore had names once they donned their helmets.

“Y/N,” you said quietly, “My name is Y/N.” After a beat, “Who are you?”

“My name is Din.”

The name tasted sweet on your tongue and sounded heavenly in your ears.

“Now we know each other,” you smiled.

“Yes,” you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Now we know one another.”

A soft hand skimmed the side of your face. The feeling of warm flesh shocked you. You hadn’t even seen him take off his glove.

“Promise me,” he said sternly, contradicting his touch, “You won’t starve yourself again.”

“I promise, Din.”

He patted your head. “Very good, little one. Very good.”

FIN

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 10

*Author’s note*

And here we are with the next chapter of Robin and Gale Hood guys. Now I’m thinking after I post up chap. 11 it’s either gonna be 2-3 more chapters after that idk I haven’t quite figured that part out yet, but hopefully soon I’ll have the next chapter up :) Also for King Richard I’m imagining a late 80′s early 90′s Roger Taylor look. 

Warnings: extreme swearing C word is used here (and no I’m not meaning the other word for balls or a rooster), attempted murder, severe injury.

Chapter 10,

Return of the King

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“It can’t be……” Robin muttered.

“But it is.” Little John said as a smile spread across his face.

“Uncle Richard!” Marian proclaimed.  All went quiet as the people cleared a path and slowly riding on top of his magnificent dark brown armored covered shire horse was King Richard himself.

Much like his son Prince James, king Richard was a handsome man. Piercing blue eyes that resembled the great ocean, hair still having a tint of blonde (but not as much as it did when he was younger), he wore a golden suit of armor with a lion crest at the center piece of his uniform, and a large sword sat at his side.

Looking at this middle aged man you could see that he was a true king.  There was just this regalness about him, like a true lion.

As he walked forward towards the gallows, the people of Nottingham all bowed before him, even the Sheriff’s guards bowed before him. When he reached the gallows, the Sheriff, Sir Heston and Prince John all stared at him in shock.

“Richard, I—I did not expect you to…….” Prince John started but Richard snarled as he pointed at him.

“I’ll deal with you later.”  Immediately Prince John coward to his knees as Richard’s eyes now turned to the Sheriff. “Now I ask again Sheriff, what is the meaning of all this?”

“A witch trial, your majesty.” He looked up towards his son who was protecting the so called ‘witch’ by shielding her with his own body.

“Were you willing to take my son along with her?”

“That was never my intention your majesty. I would never harm the future King.” The Sheriff tried to save his own hide by acting innocent.

King Richard spoke not a word as he dismounted from his horse onto the stage.  He walked past the Sheriff and stood before his son.  The two look-alikes stared at each other as Richard told his son.

“James, stand aside.”

“I won’t!”

“I know how you feel about these trials, but it is the law son.”

“I don’t care! She’s not a witch.”

“And how do you know that exactly?”

“Because this is the girl I fell in love with six years ago. The girl who’s always been on my mind even as you sent me away to London with Marian.” Richard’s eyes softly widened and he said.

“This is the girl? The one that broke your heart?”

“Yes. But that’s in the past now. Because I love her father.” All was silent in the village square.

“Your majesty. It’s clear that for six years your son has been under this witch’s spell, and…….” The Sheriff spoke into the King’s ear.

“Another word out of you and I’ll cut off your forked tongue!” Prince James threatened.

“How dare you speak to me……”

“And how dare you treat my son that way! Remember your place Sheriff!” The Sheriff backed off glaring at the young prince.

“Look around at what these two have done. They’ve oppressed the people and nearly killed an innocent woman without a proper trial. And she’s not just any ordinary woman. Her name is Gale Hood, sister of Robin Hood.”

James turned back towards Gale and pressed his forehead to hers as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head cradling it away from the stake.

“Together along with their friends, they’ve kept Nottingham from falling to ruins. Father would you willingly kill a hero of the people?” King Richard looked down at his people.

All of them looking up to their king, pleading for this execution to not happen.  He then turned to see his niece locked up in a cage along with Robin Hood and his band giving him the same look.  Finally he turned back to his son who held a fire in his eyes.  A fire that was passionate about his beliefs and words.

Much like his late wife Queen Dominque.

King Richard withdrew his sword.  Everyone waiting on bated breath on what would happen next, but to everyone’s surprise he held his sword in a surrender position.

“My son speaks with the wisdom beyond his years. When I returned to my kingdom I’ve seen anger and prejudice in my staff’s hearts. But he comes with courage and understanding. From this day forward; if there is to anymore killing, it will not start with my rein.” He placed his sword back into its saber.

He then turned to one of the guards down below and ordered him to release Gale and her friends as well as his niece.

The guard raced up and cut Gale from the stake and as soon as she was freed, James took her in his arms, spun her around and the two embraced each other tightly.  The people of Nottingham all cheered for the renouncing claim of Gale’s blood.

Prince John couldn’t believe this and neither could the Sheriff.

“Do something you fool!” whispered Prince John harshly. The Sheriff glared at the prince and said to one of his loyal guards.

“Shoot them all down.”

“No.” the man said.

“What?”

“With King Richard back, we no longer follow you.”

“You’re insane. I gave you this position! You follow and obey me!” but none of his guards obeyed him.  Only gathered around and dropped their bows at his feet.

Twitching his eye in anger he grabbed one of the crossbows and notched an arrow as he snarled.

“Fine. You won’t serve me so long as Richard is alive will you?” he aimed the crossbow right for King Richard’s head.

Gale looked towards the Sheriff and saw him getting ready to shoot at the King.  She immediately got out of James’ embrace and cried out.

“NOOO!!!” she pushed King Richard out of the way, taking the arrow just above her right breast.

“GALE!!!!” Robin called from the ground.  As Gale collapsed to the ground with the arrow in her chest, James knelt down beside her and held her in his arms.

The Sheriff’s eyes widened as one of his ex-guards snarled out.

“You shot the Prince’s love.”

“She-she stepped right…right into it. It was her own fault! Prince John! Heston! Tell them it wasn’t my fault!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I begged you not to kill her.” John shrugged nonchalantly.

“Prince James and Maid Marian were right all along!”

“We never should’ve believed either of you!”

“GET THEM!!” the three then tried to make a quick get away from the guards but all too quickly the people of Nottingham got to them and began to tear right through them angrily.

“UNHAND ME YOU FILTHY PEASANTS!!” the Sheriff exclaimed. He soon had the crossbow taken from him as Maid Marian stood over him and she proclaimed.

“Put them all in chains!”

“I’ll see you hanged for this you cunt!” the Sheriff growled.

“And sew this one’s mouth shut!” Marian said as amongst the people of Nottingham, the guards pulled the Sheriff away from Marian’s face.

Her pride soon turned back to fear as she raced up to join Robin, his friends, Arthur, James, Friar Tuck and her uncle up on the gallows to check on Gale.

Both James and Robin knelt down at Gale’s side each of them holding her hand.  Friar Tuck and King Richard knelt down beside her head.  Friar Tuck wiping her forehead as she kept hissing and groaning in pain.

“Sister, please just hold on. We’re going to get you help. Oh Friar Tuck please tell me she’ll be okay!” pleaded Robin.

“She’s a fighter, but I am no doctor Robin. All I can do is pray to the good Father that he’ll spare our beloved Gale.”

“Isn’t there any medical supplies your staff can use?” Little John asked.

“We have some but nothing that Gale needs. If we are to save her, she needs to go to London. There we might have a chance to save her.” Arthur said.

“Then prepare the royal carriages. Make sure we hook up the fastest horses we’ve got. There will be no stopping till we reach London.” King Richard said.

Within minutes the royal carriage was prepped and ready. Gale now lying on a small portable bedspread.  The blanket covering up her bare body so that the arrow was the only thing being shown.

James came up and knelt down beside his love and took her hand in his.  He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb and he told her.

“You’re gonna be alright my love. I promise. Just stay awake for me.”

“I’ve had worse than this.” Gale told him before hissing in pain.

“Try not to speak so much my love.” Robin soon came up and walked towards them.  James kissed her hand before gently placing it down and walked away giving the two siblings some alone time.  Robin knelt down beside his sister and stroked her cheek.

“You are either the single bravest woman I’ve ever seen. Or the craziest.”

“I learned from the best, brother.” Gale grinned weakly. “Will—will you come with me?” at that point Robin’s face grew solemn.  He felt his sister’s hand touch his cheek and he said.

“Someone has to stay here and help rebuild Nottingham. Marian and I have elected to do just that.”

“Then……so will I.”

“No sister. You have to go to London.”

“But—but we promised each other we wouldn’t leave one another.” Gale said with tears in her eyes.

“And we never will. No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you. Just like you will with me. And—just like our mother always has.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

He lingered on the kiss till he finally separated from her. The two siblings looking at each other teary eyed, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time they ever see each other again.  As two of King Richard’s guards picked up the bed, Robin and Gale’s hands kept hold of each other till the distance finally forced them apart.

She was placed in the royal carriage with King Richard and Prince James.

“Godspeed Gale Hood.” Friar Tuck said as he gave his final prayer to Gale.  The curtains closed around the royal coach and the coachman urged the horses onward and in a cloud of dust, the royal coach rode out of Nottingham straight to London.

The royal escorts rode up front to show that this was a dire emergency and that anyone on the path ahead needed to clear the way for the King.

Inside the coach, James kept his hand intwined with Gale’s, stroking the back of it and giving it a kiss every now and then.  King Richard, who had been observing his son’s affections for the young female rouge, finally spoke to Gale.

“Answer me this child. Why did you take that arrow for me? Knowing you could die.”

“Father, Gale can’t……”

“I can speak James, just—not in so many words.” She then turned to the great King and replied. “People always do crazy things—when they’re in love.” Her eyes then shifted towards James who looked down at her with sad but loving eyes.  Tears pooling behind his green orbs as he pressed her hand against his cheek. Richard reached his hand out and gently placed it on top of Gale’s head, softly stroking through her raven black hair.

“You’ll get the finest medical treatment London has to offer. I swear to you. England, my son, and I owe you a great debt Gale Hood.” Gale smiled tiredly before feeling the fever starting to take affect on her as she soon passed out.

James’ heart suddenly stopped as he looked down at his beloved in fear.  He felt her forehead and winced at the sudden heat that radiated from her.

“She’s burning up father!” Richard reached for a bowl of water and a towel.

“Dab her lightly around her forehead and collarbone. It’ll have to do for now till we get to London.” James took the rag and wrung it out first before placing it onto her face.

“I can’t lose her. Not when I just got her back. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose her again.” he wept as he continued to dab his beloved’s face with the damp cloth.  Richard stared at his son with empathy.

He knew what his son was going through because he once went through that when he lost his beloved Queen years ago.  That familiar feeling of heartbreak fearing that your soulmate will leave this world leaving you alone in this dark hell that was the living realm.  Leaving nothing but pain and heartbreak in the wake of their death.

“Step on it will yah! Gale’s fever is spiking and we don’t have much time! Double time!” Richard banged on the roof of the royal coach, crying out to the coachman.  He then turned to his son and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “I can promise you this my son. We will do all that we can to save your beloved. But you have to be strong for not only yourself, but for her.”

“Yes father.” Richard pressed his forehead against his son’s and the two of them stayed in that position for a moment before turning their attention back to Gale.

It took almost an entire day but just a few hours before dawn, the royal escort finally arrived at the heart of London.  The horses charged through the gates of the castle that stood at the heart of the city and with no time to waste, Gale was brought in and taken to the medical wing.

She was now awake for a brief moment as a doctor was prepping to first remove the arrow from her chest before proceeding to heal the actual wound itself.

James was forced to wait outside because he vowed that he wouldn’t leave his love’s side for even a second.  Even if he was forbidden to enter the room, he still wanted to be there for Gale.

Inside the room, the doctor had candles lite all over the room so that he could have the perfect lighting for what he needed to do.  He first numbed the area with some oils and turned to Gale and said to her.

“The area’s sterilized. Now comes the hard and most agonizing part. Are you ready?” Gale nodded then the doctor took out a towel and Gale opened her mouth so that he could place the towel in her mouth to prevent her from getting lockjaw.  Gale’s chest anxiously rose and fell at a heavy pace as the doctor reached out for the arrow and took hold of it.

Soon all that could be heard was a muffled but agonizing scream.

James covered his mouth with his hand, feeling his love’s pain almost as if it were his own.  All he could hear was her agonizing screams and groans coming from the other side of the door.

As the sun began to rise, Gale’s screams and groans went silent.

[seijch]

just binge read ur previous asks for the sleepover and i was very much entertained😌 how would ur top 3 ACTUALLY dress? like we always see those “outfits the hq boys would wear” but they seem so... unrealistic😭🤚

whack me w a pillow or smth (sleepover event)

OK HI I WAS THINKING ABT THIS MY WHOLE SHIFT N ENDED UP HAVING ENOUGH BRAINROT TO TYPE A WHOLE THING IN THE NOTES APP SO HERE WE GO!!! 😈💯

ok im typing this after finishing the post but i rlly like the way this came out so everyone please read it if you want to see me brainrot over konoha kenji n kuroo ...

KONOHA is definitely a man who Knows his essentials ... knows the beauty of sweatpants and joggers and knows that he looks Good in a solid colored tee (but doesnt shy away from print ... its just that if you open his closet its literally black white n the occasional pop of color) i would LOVE to say he accessorizes but no he doesnt 💔💔 its his fatal flaw too ..... dont be shy aki let me buy you one of those chain bracelets!!!!! those are sexy as fuck and i PROMISE they would make him look even better!!!!!!! in general he gives me big silver or white gold vibes even if i cant see him wearing jewelry on his own :/ its ok if he were to date me id make him come around to the idea ...

he gives white air max 90 or air force 1 vibes does that make sense . if anything has color in his fit its maybe some print on his shirt but if not its DEFINITELY his shoes ... i was thinking abt this but i think hed look good in the bel air jordan 5s but maybe thats just bc i wanted to get a pair NJFKDSFS if we want to get a little less realistic (i mean not rlly bc i know ppl who do this) he probably keeps up w supreme drops n its less to resell and more to get the clothes at retail price which is MUCH more reasonable than resell (i think its 40 for a shirt? idk my friend keeps up w it n i love to hear him brainrot but that doesnt mean i retain ALL the information 🤕)

:: go-to outfit? say it with me ... white shirt/crewneck sweater if it’s cold with sweats. if he needs to dress it up, hell throw on some plaid or switch it up w some nice jeans. unlike the other two he has a good idea of how to dress throughout his life which makes looking Back a much . easier experience compared to the other two LMAO

FUTAKUCHI swears by the denim gods when he needs to actually Care abt his outfits and im MAD abt it bc how dare he look good .... im going to fucking kill him 🪓🪓🪓🪓 the image of kenji in a denim jacket w a hoodie underneath n some ripped jeans haunts my every waking moment you dont understand......... hes ALSO a plaid man which pisses me off even more .... but im going to be honest he uses outerwear to hide the fact that theres definitely a hole in the armpit of his favorite shirts ... hes had them since high school kenji PLEASE buy some new shirts!!!! probably suffers in summer bc he cant wear jackets n stuff without looking weird (has definitely said hes wearing plaid For The Fit when in reality its bc theres a stain on the back of his shirt from when he sat in bird shit. its Artistic baby speak your truth!!!)

at least you can convince konoha to wear jewelry if you keep at it ... while i think kenji gives silver vibes over gold i dont think you would be able to convince him to wear it unless youve already bought it and basically ambush him with it JKSDFDS if anything i think hed settle for those leather bracelets ... its ok his ego is fragile ❤ shoe wise idk he gives me vans vibes (so does konoha but he also looks like a nike stan so i said that instead). if he lives somewhere cold he probably owns a pair of those classic wheat colored timbs (You Know The Ones)

i can tell you RIGHT NOW that in elem and junior high he was one of those kids w the neon athletic fits that took pe too serious when he got in the groove 😐 shut the fuck up n pass me the ball kenji were in fourth grade i shouldnt be failing PARTICIPATION in PE 🗣🗣🗣

:: go-to outfit? a rlly comfy denim jacket (hell let you borrow it if you bitch enough n hell be like Sigh . The Things I Do For You but when you slip it on hes abt to combust) w a shirt that probably has a chili stain at the hem of it n ripped jeans. the white slip on vans. i hate that he looks good.

KUROO is . idk i feel like hes a lot harder to pin down but he probably shopped at hot topic in middle school 💔 is this projection? maybe. am i WRONG abt it tho ... ANYWAY like everyone who grows out of that phase, he has Taste ... post college or just at the club i KNOW he understands the effect a slightly unbuttoned black shirt has 👁 prob rode the eboy wave bc he thought the fashion was nice so he might have a few of those clunky rings ... rarely wears them but bitch he SHOULD!!!! otherwise, i think he keeps it pretty simple! lots of hoodies and sweaters bc if he has no one to rlly impress hes big on comfort. owns a good amt of athleleisure (is that how you spell that hjkdfds) bc he does work out regularly but if you were to come across him during an 8am lecture i can guarantee all he did before coming to class is brush his teeth ... 

unfortunately not a chain man but while his rings may be black (yk like black titanium) or silver, if he were to wear a chain i think hed be fine with either silver or gold! i personally think hed look good in either 🙈 shoe wise i rlly cannot pin him down ... for running im seeing him leaning towards nike shoes but i like . cannot tell what hed wear regularly SHJFKDS 

what i CAN say is that when he was younger (and i mean until his second year of high school) he was one of Those Kids that wore the Quirky printed button ups but like . this time its not a compliment . in junior high he definitely thought those ... and it PAINS ME PHYSICALLY to say this ...... fingerless gloves were the coolest things around ..... i hate that i had to google that now im going to get ads for hot topic

:: go-to outfit? black hoodie w maybe some design or print on it w sweats or jeans (like konoha hell dress it up or down depending on where youre going). if you make him wear them hell even bust out the eboy rings he bought forever ago <33 i think later in life when hes more sure of himself (and i mean like after hs ... hes good in his 3rd year but i feel like hell still deflect compliments in the form of teasing and not believe it in 3rd year) he Knows he looks good so he doesnt rlly have to try unless you want to be That Couple that takes over the world one fit at the time ... in the end the only one he wants to impress is you 🙈

[edge-lorde]

its valenTIME again, folks. just how did andre feel about lockhart tasking him with styling pink themed outfits?

not great but not as bad as i feared. pink is merely of personal distaste to andre rather than a huge universal fashion faux pas. we come to the conclusion that hes just gonna have to figure it out. as predicted, he does then also ask me to be his valentine, saying something to the effect of “hey, instead of just accepting free clothes from me whenever you have a date, why not just date ME?” very awkward considering that he always takes the time to style multiple outfits for me, i have already made up my mind & its not him, and i AM still going to take one of his outfits regardless. yikes! sorry andre, ill make up for causing your grandma to die before getting to see you play quidditch some other time.

next was merula i believe. her level was very tsundere from what i remember. lots of blustering. “its not like i LIKE you or anything but im the best valentine in hogwarts. why didnt you say you smelled ME in the love potion? i hate your guts.” teen me would have definitely found her pathetic. but during this level the painting of the knight guy tells us that the 6 of us are the only guests coming to lockharts party. suspicious.  

thats awkward but before then we have to have a level with talbott. his level is, hes outside, in the dark, searching for doves??? lockhart told him to get some doves so hes just aiming to catch them with his bare hands i guess. no magic spells just raw power. we have an animagus level where we transform into the natural predators of doves, hawks and cats, and use our keen senses to attempt to locate some doves hiding on the school campus. he doesnt seem like the dating type but he asks the mc out, admittedly they have some fun chemistry. the level ends with him giving me time to think about my answer by turning into a bird and flying off into the night. 

then we have a prepping the restaurant level where at the end madam restaurant owner tells me to follow my heart and i get to pick my valentine, i of course pick barnaby as i have said i would previously. 

the its back to andre. i loved the outfit i ended up with btw. andre styled a more princessy one and a more spunky one. i tried them both on and ended up really loving the princess one. i especially love the luxurious long pink hair it came with. i wore it with my sunglasses and blond facial hair, and even broke out the make-up it made me so excited. still had to turn andre down when i went to go get it though. he took it well “i dont want things to be weird between us.” he said, which is good because things are about to get a whole lot weirder. 

i go to the party. everyone is dressed to the nines and looks cute as hell. andre has given everyone wonderful pink stylings, even he is wearing an almost-pink purpley shirt. 

as forewarned however, we are the only guests there, and lockhart seems much more interested in us than he does in his own stories. it becomes apparent as the night goes on that this was all a ruse! we werent randomly selected at all! lockhart chose us to lure us into a room so he could steal our adventures, wipe our brains, and claim them for his own!!!!!!!!! egad!

certainly all of that is in character, but idk how that would work? like the cursed vaults have been covered by the newspaper with my name in them already. hows he going to steal that? also were all kids. like barnabys thing is that his parents were deatheaters and now theyre in jail, idk how lockhart could possibly fit himself into that role, given the timeline? in any case, mc figures it out and he does a group memory charm and poofs away. 

we are all left standing there like... what just happened.. is it valentines day...? who asked who out... i cant remember....

but then we do get one last level were we get a real valentines date. very cinematography much lighting. many leaves so green house. roses? yes. barnaby promised prof sprout hed study for class if she let him use the green house as a date location. he suprisingly knows a lot about romance for someone who is usually made out to always be the dumbest person in the room. its nice i guess but also completely unrelatable. nice shot of some lovebirds in a nest, then all of a sudden one is down on the table. no lovebird flying animation lol. i turn it into the lovenote from class. be my valentine it says. barnaby gives me a decorative valentine heart that gives 1 energy per day like the christmas car snowglobe. all new date animation kiss on cheek scene as well. very well done. 

there are some other general game notes but that will have to be for next time.

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Logan Alastair and the Slytherin Curse (the Hogwarts AU)!!!

Word Count: 3391

TW: Oof, ok so, bullying, violence, blood mention, bruises, um, its implied that Patton can see through invisibility spells and has more understanding of things than he should which might be a squick(is that the right term?), IDK Patton just knows... a lot more than he should. I think that’s it? let me know if there’s anything else!

Notes: Here it is!!! God I swear the headcannon had like thirty notes up until a few days ago and then it exploded!!! It’s at 206 notes now heck I’m glad this is something yaller excited for! I hope you enjoy reading this as much is I enjoyed writing it!!! This is the first half of the “intros”, once I’m finished introducing at least Virgil, we will be up into the 3rd year and we’ll have some shenanigans of the boys just being boys!

Pairings: nothing... yet. some slight slight hints at logince at the end? eventual logince and moxiety and maybe more, IDK yet if I’m adding more characters.

Summary: “you are a disgrace to this house. The sorting hat has made its first ever mistake it seems, good to know.” Logan Alastair didn’t choose to be a wizard, are you kidding me? He wants to be back at home with his dogs and parents and dealing with normal bullies, not ones that could kill you with the wave of a hand! This is all way too much at once, but maybe things will get better with a few friends...

“you are a disgrace to this house. The sorting hat has made its first ever mistake it seems, good to know.”

The snarling replies from every person at his house table caused the boy to cast an invisibility charm and run to his common room. He felt the gazes still, likely from the house ghost, as he hid on the other side of the stone wall. He was lucky to have overheard a Slytherin mention the password, otherwise he would have probably flung himself into the lake. He flicked his wand and his belongings appeared on his bed. He sat on the floor, casting an illusion spell that lasted much longer, pulled out his spell book, and picked up his new owl, affectionately named merlin. He held the bird close as he read through his book, practicing different spells he saw as simple enough that any pure blood would know. He had always been a bright kid with a passion and speed for learning. On the train here he had hidden in an empty carriage and been practicing different spells that could be used for defense and very simple attack spells.

He had no disillusionment that this new school would be free of bullies, and after getting sorted he already wanted to leave and sleep in his own bed and hug his dog. He should have pulled a “harry potter” and asked the sorting hat to keep him out of Slytherin, but he had hidden and saw no need until he had already gotten sorted.

Now, Logan Alastair sat hidden in a veil of illusions so he could read his books in silence. He traded focus from his spell book over to his history book. He enchanted it quickly to search for passages about Slytherin. The first bit of information he got was about Salazar, telling stories of his hatred of muggles and ‘mud bloods’ as they called them. After a quick search he realized just why his housemates shouted this at him. He brushed it off soon after, looking at the dark tinting of his skin and grimacing, didn’t seem far off from what people at home said about him. It seemed much less hurtful than what some muggles had called him before. Regardless, he continued through the book, smiling fondly at the fact that merlin, the famous wizard merlin, was a Slytherin true of heart. He read about Severus Snape, and while he seemed like less of a genuinely good person and more like a selfish jerk that just so happened to not be the absolute worst, it was nice to see instances of not evil cruel Slytherin’s. He then traded focus yet again to a recent history of Hogwarts, and the battle of Hogwarts told by survivors. He did the same spell, getting far more positives than before. It told of less well known Slytherin’s that did good in the end. Regulus Black, Andromeda Tonks, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Malfoy, so many that had shady roots that redeemed themselves in more ways than one during the battle and onwards. He read a small bit on Isolt Sayre who had a short blip saying they were a direct descendant of Slytherin but had fled to the new world after escaping her murderous relative.

This of course led him down a rabbit hole, searching for the name in any other book, and after a few minutes he found that she had been the one to institute the school of Ilvermorny and had broken the pure bloodline by marrying a muggle. Well he had a new role model geez… he made it to the magical beast’s textbook and smiled as he recognized the authors name as a famous Hufflepuff who was known for defeating Grindelwald, a terrifying purest the likes of Voldemort but you know, he had a nose and skin pigment. He had always read exceptionally fast, it was the thing that occupied his time in his youth, as he couldn’t make friends very easily. He thought it had been hours when the rest of the Slytherin students made it up, however he had only been there for approximately half an hour. He quickly stashed his things and sat on his bed, drawing an illusion of him sleeping as a curtain on his bed. He looked through and saw people actively find a bed as far from his as possible, and he had no problem with that. He sat watching closely as everyone set their bags down and luckily for everyone, everyone ended up 2 beds away from him at least. Logan felt his stomach grumble and cast disillusionment on himself and dashed out of the common room quickly. He made it up to the kitchen area soon, knowing that he would be able to get past the house elves easily. He went to grab food only to get swatted by… something. He turned over and saw a boy who looked his age with big round glasses nearly falling off his face. The boy has curly red hair and his eyes are ocean blue behind the red frames he wore. He wore a yellow and black jumper over a pair of black sweatpants with the Hufflepuff mascot across its leg. Another look at their face and he saw freckles scattered everywhere and he was surprised he hadn’t noticed them sooner. However, he seemed to have taken a while to respond as the boy crossed his arms and pouted at him.

“uhm… you can… see me?”

The boy rolled his eyes somewhat playfully and gave a grin at him. He changed his posture to a more relaxed one, putting his thumbs in his pockets as he answered.

“well of course I can silly! You’re just slightly glittery! Why, am I not supposed to see you?”

“well, no? no you’re not, this is a chameleon spell I'm supposed to be blended in with the environment no one should be able to see me!” he got grumpy and shed the charm, glaring at the annoyingly taller student.

“oh well geez I dunno! Oh, hey you’re not glittery anymore!!!”

“did I do the spell wrong? Does this spell only make me less corporeal? Oh gosh I need another cloaking spell oh god my housemates will see me, and they’ll kill me what was I thinking? Maybe, maybe there's another train out? I can just go home to my dog and I wont have to do this magic stuff it’s not worth it I didn’t want this I wanted to grow up like a normal kid and see my parents everyday and go to school with normal bullies, not ones with literal death machines the size of a pen why did I come this is stupid I bet this isn’t even real maybe if I just go to sleep Ill be back at home-”

“hey kiddo, calm down! I uh, I don’t know how to help you out, uhhh, here, let’s get you some food and get you sitting down somewhere so you can breathe. Come on kiddo lets get you some food.”

After stacking a plate sky high with food, the boy hands Logan the plate and pulls out his wand, tapping on some barrels then causing one of them to fly open. The boy looks towards Logan again waving his wand at the plate and chants ‘ebublio’ to which the plate gets surrounded in a bubble. He grabs it from him and beckons Logan as he hops into the barrel. Logan, who now has his food on the line follows, somewhat hesitantly. They reach the end of the passage and the boy turns yet again and waves his wand this time at Logan, chanting the word ‘colovaria’ and when Logan looked back at his robes, he was shocked to see he wore Hufflepuff colors.

“sorry, it’s a precaution. No one from another house has ever come inside the Hufflepuff common room and if word got out that some year one kid let one in, I would be done for. Anyways, sit on down kiddo, anywhere you feel like it, though, the couches are super-duper comfy.”

Logan honestly had no idea what to do with the last few minutes, so he did as instructed, and giggled softly as the boy dramatically popped the bubble. He grabbed a piece of bread off the top and takes a bite, eyes widening in awe at the good taste. After getting over the initial shock he looks at the boy curiously.

“what's your name?”

The boy giggled heavily and smiled a big toothy grin. Logan felt slightly bad about the fact that he automatically noticed the slight gap in his teeth. He fiddled with his bright red frames and bowed dramatically.

“where are my manners!!! Hello Logan, I am Patton Scamander!!! The one and only!!! Pfft I sound silly, don’t I? anyways yup yup I'm the 4th generation of Scamander hufflefluffs!!!”

Logan stared at him blankly for a good few seconds before his eyes finally widened in realization.

“wait, you’re related to Newt Scamander? Isn’t he the one who”

“yup! He wrote fantastic beasts! And apprehended Grindelwald!!! Oh, and my mom is Luna Lovegood! She’s a hoot and a holler let me tell you, she thinks I'm quirky!!!”

Logan was in disbelief. This kid was the son of famous Ravenclaw wizard Luna Lovegood. And the great grandson of newt Scamander the magizooligist. Granted he literally only learned all of this information today, but he had a general idea that Grindelwald was a magical Hitler and thus made anyone involved in his capture war heroes and at least back home he was told to respect war heroes for defending their freedoms and yada yada, Logan was rambling.

“wait, that means your mom knew Albus Dumbledore!!! I uh, I only found out about him today, I only found out a lot of stuff today, but wasn’t he like”

Logan wasn’t able to form words for what he had been trying to convey and started vaguely gesturing and Patton just nodded and agreed. After finishing his food, he got up and poked at the entrance, trying to figure out how to leave.

“aw, leaving so soon Lolo? We were just beginning to become friends!!!”

“uh, well its late and we do have class tomorrow and I should probably sleep…”

“well can’t you sleep over? We have plenty of time to get our books between breakfast and our first class! Speaking of which, what's your first class?”

“uhm, well I guess I can? I dunno… um, when did we get our schedules?”

“oh, we don’t get them until tomorrow technically, but I have a pretty general idea of what I have, I guess. Was just wondering if you did too!”

“oh, no I uh, I don’t even know what classes there are. I didn’t know magic existed until today.”

“oh!!! Oh… oh you poor muggle born got sorted into Slytherin I'm so sorry!”

“speaking of which, what is the differences between each of the houses?”

“oh geez, uh how do I explain this… ok so my house is Hufflepuff! Hufflepuffs are in general, hard workers, who are dedicated patient and loyal! We are known for being just and true and our motto is ‘do what is nice’! We’re also great finders! Ravenclaws are smarty pants!!! Wisdom, intelligence, creativity, cleverness and knowledge, that’s them basically, they value brains over brawn! Their motto is ‘do what is wise’. Gryffindors are brave, adventurous, loyal, courageous, daring and chivalrous, they’re the storybook heroes! Their motto is ‘do what is right’. And Slytherin’s… well they have good qualities! Not all of them are bad! Obviously, because you’re really nice!!! Ok so they’re generally cunning, resourceful, ambitious, intelligent, and determined and they’re natural born leaders! They love being in charge, but they’re often arrogant and prideful, their motto is ‘do what is necessary’. The reason they get a bad rep is because many dark wizards are alumni from that house. It’s also a stereotype that all Slytherin’s are pure bloods. Its not far from the truth but anyone can be a Slytherin. I mean even harry potter fit into the house! The only reason he was a Gryffindor was because he begged the hat for anything else because Draco Malfoy made a bad impression on him. Slytherins are not bad, I feel a need to emphasize this. I feel bad for you because the current members of the house are less than savory. They aren’t evil, but they’re certainly not very nice. And it sucks that your first experience with wizards is them calling you names and hiding under the covers until the sun goes away.”

“heh that was very specific…”

“you’re a rather easy read Logan, you’re very interesting nonetheless!”

“um. Ok? Thanks, I think?”

“you’re positively welcome!!!”

Months pass, and Logan has picked up the habit of spending nights with Patton in the Hufflepuff commons. At this point in the year, late April, he’s already gone home for visits twice, and he’s contentedly walking back to the Hufflepuff commons after a walk through the library.

Of course, him being who he is, he notices a fight in the corridor. All he can see at his vantage point is green and red, a punch to the face and the greens laughing. Of course, the Slytherin’s were torturing innocent students again. He ran towards them and yelled, waving his wand and shouting ‘stupefy’ leading the two Slytherin boys to fall over. He swished his wand at the Gryffindor in front of him, saying ‘wingardium leviosa’ before booking it to Hufflepuff quarters.

He’s surprised to make it all the way there without getting caught, though the pictures on the walls can talk and… he might’ve passed Severus Snape and he did not want to be in the open when headmaster McGonagall heard about it. She’s a Gryffindor after all, she might get the wrong idea.

No no, he would say, no I wasn’t the one to knock him out I swear, it was two of my housemates who I don’t know because I'm terrified of them and that’s why I took the Gryffindor kid to my friend who knows healing magic and no its not a Hufflepuff, sorry I don’t know there house of course not because I didn’t go into the Hufflepuff commons, no ones been in the Hufflepuff commons, of course it was a um Ravenclaw yeah it was a Ravenclaw cuz they’re smart and would know healing magic, I mean they do know healing magic, of course I wouldn’t make a bet on maybe heheh yeah so in conclusion I'm sorry please don’t expel me miss McGonagall I did nothing wrong!

Yeah that wouldn’t work in the slightest. Hopefully he was fast enough that Snape didn’t see his face. Or maybe he wouldn’t tell because he was biased toward Slytherin’s. Let’s hope. Either way at the moment Logan had to enter the code for the Hufflepuff dorms as quick as possible because he did not want this Gryffindor to wake up and panic. He wordlessly changed the color of both their robes before jumping in the barrel.

“Patton? Patton there might have been an incident?”

“Comin Logi-bear!!! Ooh geez what happened!!! Logi you know fighting’s bad, how’d you end up in this situation?!?!?! Oh, give him here, oh I know him the poor thing looks half dead!!! Come on kiddo we’ll fix you right up!”

Patton grabbed the floating boy and carried him to the couch. He ran back and forth, grabbing bandages, ointments, elixirs, ice, anything and everything to make the boy less in pain. He set a bag of ice on his face, the spot Logan saw him get punched, put ointment on a cut on his lips and one on his eyebrow, and poured a little bit of the elixir in the boys’ mouth. He then rolled up his sleeves and checked out his arms, finding quite a few breaks of skin and bruises, indicating possible fractures. Patton looked over at Logan before looking back towards the arm he was bandaging.

“so, what happened lo? He’s a wreck, I doubt you could’ve done this if you wanted to!”

“why do you always assume the worst in me?”

“I don’t! I usually assume the best in you, but I prepare for the worst. Worst case scenario isn’t you getting grumpy this time! You’re not this strong, and you usually realize your mistakes sooner, you wouldn’t have caused this much damage before your conscious weighed back in. Really lo, it’s obvious.”

“I'm going to ignore your oddly astute conclusion in favor of defending myself. A couple of other Slytherin’s were ganging up on him and I was on my way back from the library when I bumped into them. I unfortunately have a moral compass-”

“that’s me!!!”

“-and I stupefied the lot of them, and grabbed this one who was knocked out, likely due to the impact on his cranium, the only actual hit I saw thrown. I imagine the two were cruel enough to continue attacking him even if he was unconscious on the ground. So, I brought him to you. If its of any importance, he’s from Gryffindor.”

“oh yeah, no I know who he is Logan, he’s a friend of mine, Roman Weasley. With the Weasley name I wouldn’t doubt any of it. The same people in your house that hate you hate him for the same reasons. Weasleys are blood traitors, willingly involving themselves with muggles, muggle borns, half-bloods, the whole nine yards. Cedrella black was disowned for marrying a Weasley, to put it in perspective. Their family is part of the sacred 28, the list of all currently completely pure-blooded families. For the most part all the families are Slytherin predominant but there's still the Weasley’s and Longbottom’s, as well as some others I can’t list off the top of my head, that defy that rule. Of course, the Slytherin’s make the biggest deal out of it, but anyways. Its good you brought him he is worse for wear the poor thing.”

Patton waved his wand over the boy, Roman’s, face. Soon after, his eyes slowly opened, and soon after that he was flailing upward in panic, falling off the couch in attempt to escape a perceived threat. Once he fully recognized the situation, he let out a deep sigh and laid on the floor.

“Patton you really mustn’t do this to me I have enough nightmares of people in my face without waking up to it! Where am I even, I don’t recognize this part of Hogwarts.”

“sorry bout that Ro! Was just worried about you! You’re in the Hufflepuff common room!”

“huh. You know when you said it was next to the kitchen, I expected it to smell more like food.”

“I expected it to smell like weed but apparently wizards get high in other ways…”

Roman turned to look at Logan with an odd stare.

“what weed? Gillyweed? Snakeweed? Also, why? I mean I know the best herbology students are usually Hufflepuff but-”

“no not- ugh how do I say this, its, it’s a hum-mor-muggle thing. Its actual name is something different, but it’s a… it’s a bad thing that people can eat and smoke, but it makes them really hungry afterwards. It doesn’t matter.”

“that sounds weird. You’re weird, who are you? How do you know Patton?”

“I know everybody!!!”

“precisely that. I have become friends with Patton. It’s also why you’re here instead of having my housemates still attacking you like big jerks.”

Roman stares blankly at Logan and Logan questions why the boy’s cheeks redden.

“oh. Uh, thanks then. Uh, I should probably be going I have class, but um, what's your name?”

“Logan. It was a pleasure meeting you Roman”

“uh yeah, you too-”

“hold on Ro drink this! It’s a painkiller, it’ll help make sure the bruises and cuts don’t hurt.”

“oh, thanks popstar! Quite nice of you!”

He drank the elixir and gave Logan an odd look before absconding to class. Logan didn’t understand this, and he also didn’t understand the warm feeling in his own cheeks, or the smug look Patton had on his face. He didn’t quite understand what was going on, but he knew enough to know that he didn’t want to know more. At least, not right now…

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genre: angst??? warning: death mention characters: asra and the apprentice ft. portia and julian word count: 4117 summary: you’re new to the city, but a little magic wouldn’t hurt. would it? a/n: yesterday i was like “:OOOO MODERN AU WHERE ASRA IS ONE OF THOSE SKETCHY FORTUNE TELLERS” and then this came out lmao also idk if there’ll be more than this part??? 🤔

It was that time of year where autumn was beginning to transition into winter, where it was a guessing game if you would need a sweater out on airy nights, like tonight. You took a gamble and left home without something thicker than the revealing crop top you had on, but you paid no mind to the biting cold as you roamed the streets of downtown with your friends, eager and on the search for adventure in the small city you were new to. Your laughs were the only sounds the four of you could hear, the buzzing of electric lights and the occasional cough somewhere off in the distance in the background. You could barely feel the cold over the buzz of the alcohol you had drunk at a party earlier in the night, but it was just enough for you to wish you and your friends could find refuge somewhere, but somewhere interesting.

Behind you, you heard a shrill gasp escape from one of your friends mouths. “We should get our palms read!” She shouted as you turned to see her excitedly point to a small shop lit with neon signs reading fortune teller and psychic, her red freckles completely hidden by the flush of drunkenness from the many drinks she’s had.

“Anything to get us out of the cold,” you agreed, with eagerness, because not only did you yearned to be someplace warmer, you actually get your fortune read to you. For the longest time, magic was an interest you’ve held in the back of your mind, dabbling in it as a teenager but similar to almost every fixation you’ve had, gone in two weeks time. Even if you never pursued magic, throughout your life, down to your earliest memory, you felt a curious pull to books of magic and the like, and even to shops like the one your friend wanted to go into, almost like you had an inkling that you would’ve been a skilled magician or witch. Or at least, had some connection to, though you never acted on your inkling to find out what kind of connection.

The four of you scurried to the front of the shop, your bouncy red-headed friend, whose idea this was, leading the way. From the way the rest of the group had just agreed without question and impatiently caught up to her quick stride, you could tell that everyone was just as sick of the cold as you were, despite being bundled up in their own coats. But as you approached, you noticed that curtains covered the windows and no light emanated through to signal any activity. Not even the open sign was lit. A frown spread across your face as you stayed at the foot of the steps that led to the door of the shop.

“Uh guys, I don’t think it’s open anymore.” You raised your voice for them to hear you over their own clamor. Disappointment washed over you; you had desperately wished to be inside from the cold, windy night. When your friends had heard you, murmurs of Aws and Damns replaced their animated atmosphere. One by one, each stepped down from the porch of the shop, Portia, your most-eager, red-headed friend, behind everyone else. Everyone had gathered on the sidewalk, turned to head in some other direction to look for fun, until the click of an opening door and the ring of a bell signaled to your group. Turning their heads in curiosity, you all were greeted by a shrouded figure, his face concealed by the shadows of the night and where not even the street lights were able to reach.

“Are you all looking for a fortune reading?” His voice was light, yet sickly sweet. His words filled your ears like hookah smoke filled your lungs, and hearing even just so little come from his mouth made you feel more light-headed than any drink you have ever had. You felt pull towards this man, stronger than any of the other forces you’d felt to magic before; it felt like if he were to outstretch his hand to you, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from taking it. Portia, regaining her bubbly demeanor popped out from behind you, her lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin.

“Yes! I’ve always wanted to get my palm read!” She turned to everyone else and then to you. “C’mon, guys! When’s the next time we’re all gonna get a chance to do this together?!”

Her fervor cuts through your dream-like trance, your light-headedness blown away by a sudden bitter wind that seemingly tried to usher you into the shop. He beckoned the four of you with a wave of his hand and turned, walking into his shop. Your group followed after him, Portia stumbling in her drunken excitement. You were the last to walk inside, curious to discover what this pull to him was, despite a nervousness that anchored your heart, making your steps heavy. What would you find inside? You weren’t sure and that was what frightened you, just walking into a stranger’s shop in the dead of night when he would have normally been closed for the day. The wooden floor underneath your weight creaked ever so slightly as you eased the door behind you closed.

Inside, the air was warm and thick with the scent of various herbs. Some you recognized-- chamomile, cinnamon-- but others were new to you. Before you, time seemed to slow as you took in your surroundings. The room was lit dimly by candles that lined the walls on shelves, enough to expose various wares behind glass cases. You spotted crystals and small trinkets-- all kinds of jewelry and charms were locked away, only for spying eyes and not prying fingers that could tarnish whatever precious metal they were made of. Large books were arranged on shelves under the candles, many of which had scribblings written on the spines in languages you couldn’t read. Tapestries and various pages that looked torn from grimoires hung on the walls, and on the floor was a sigil embroidered into a rug. This room led into another, where the mysterious shopkeep ushered your friends into. Whatever spell that was cast on you was now broken as you noticed you had fallen behind, rushing to join everyone else.

Passing through a bead curtain, you saw that these walls were decorated more lavishly, sheer and silk cloths, purple and gold, hung. Curtains of similar sheer purple and gold-lined cloths concealed a window and candles were lit as you noticed that the walls themselves seemed to twinkle with stars under the candlelight. Hanging from the ceiling was a fire-lit lantern, exposing most of the room, and a full-body, gilded mirror stood in the back of the room. Behind you, the shopkeep untied a sapphire curtain littered with gold embroidered stars, letting it fall over the entrance to the room, and then made his way to one side of a table in the center of the room, itself covered in the same hue of the curtain. Surrounding the table were plush velvet cushions, enough for each of you to sit comfortably. As the shopkeep, head down with his face still hidden, took a seat, the rest of you followed.

This was the first time you could take a good look at the shopkeep. The scarf he wore to hide his face was a deep rose and he wore a pair of loose pants and an equally loose white shirt underneath a magenta shawl and colorful coat. Around his neck was a gold choker and a necklace with a blue crystal hanging heavy from it. His clothes looked nothing like anything you had ever seen anywhere. As you continued to gaze at the shopkeep, you began to hear a slight shifting, something moving from behind you to the man across from you and your friends. As if expecting, he held his arm out and what slithered up was a lavender snake with beady, yet kind eyes. Nobody but you had seen the snake slither into, who you presumed, its master’s lap.

“Normally at this hour, the shop would be closed. But for you,” he lifted his head to you to bore into your eyes with amethyst ones, as if you were the only person in the room, “I’ll make an exception.” Although he gestured to everyone as he removed his scarf. A puff of white sat on his head, as if his hair was a morning cloud.

Portia was absolutely giddy, bouncing up and down on her velvet cushion. “I wanna go first!!”

The shopkeep smiled and didn’t object, reaching behind him and pulling out a deck of cards. “How ‘bout we play with some cards? A three-card reading would be a great place to start,” he answered with a little bit of a mischievous smile.

Without waiting, the shopkeep took the deck in both of his hands and closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths and exhaling slowly. You felt an energy emitting from him, travelling through his body and into the cards in his hands. You looked into his face as he focused his energy into his cards, and the way you felt him do that raised questions in you, pressing questions that could hardly wait to be asked. When he opened his eyes, you averted your gaze, and he went on as if he didn’t just see you-- or feel you-- staring. He cut his deck, taking small then large portions and shuffling them together. After, he fanned the deck out in front of Portia, inviting her to choose three cards. Her fingers hovered over the cards and everyone’s eyes followed, her other hand tapping a finger on her chin. After a minute of contemplation, she decided and handed each individual card to the shopkeep as she picked them out of the spread. He, in turn, laid her choices out in front of him.

“You ready?” He asked her, his mischievous, yet enticing, smile returning. Portia noded confidently as the card chosen to represent her past is revealed.

“The World, Reversed,” he began. “You’ve been wanting to fulfill something, something rooting in your past. But are you taking the necessary steps to get there? Despite each path having the same outcome, are they all truly the same? Which path is right for you?” He looked up at Portia, who’s gone wide-eyed. His eyes fell back to the cards as he uncovered the present.

“Justice, Upright.” He took another look at her, and then oddly, to you, until his eyes fell back to the card. “You’re unsure about what to do, but once a decision is made, it should be accepted and life goes on, no matter the decision and no matter who made it. Know that the justice will be served and that the truth will reveal itself, and believe in it. Ask yourself, ‘Will I stand by my actions? Will I accept the consequences of the decisions I make?’”

The room had already been silent, but now, it had grown uncomfortable. A palpable tension hung in the air, but not between two people. This tension hung between Portia and the man to her right, her brother Julian. You reached under the table for her hand and squeeze tightly when you grab ahold of it. Her hands had grown as cold as the wind that blew outside.

The shopkeep turned the last card over. “The Tower, Upright. The Tower represents massive upheaval and change. Will you be prepared for whatever it is? Your world will come crashing down on you, and whatever change comes will affect you spiritually, mentally, and physically. However, you will come to see that your original beliefs will crumble, and the new beliefs that arise will be more representative of the world around you.”

You heard Portia’s breath catch in her throat as everyone listened to the shopkeep's reading. You squeezed her hand until you could feel your knuckle go white. You saw that Julian wrapped a comforting arm around her, bringing her close. You gave a concerned look to him, which he returned, and you looked at the white-haired man across from you with steely eyes, wondering just how accurate his readings can be.

“Me next,” you asserted. You watched as he gathered the cards into a deck, slender,  nimble fingers careful not to bend or fold any of them. And then, without your knowing that it was deliberate, The Magician was placed at the top of the pile. Your eyes roamed up, over the top half of his torso that wasn’t hidden under the table, to his waiting amethyst eyes. Something about his stare sent shivers down your spine, and just like before when your eyes had met during Portia’s reading, it was as if you and him were the only ones there, the rest of the room just falling into oblivion. With the deck in hand he reached behind him again, and when his hand reappeared there was nothing in it. You watched honey-colored hands stretch to you, palms up. You could see his lips moving, but it was hard to hear what he was saying.

“... try.... something… take my… your hands…” You could only make out a few words, but the sound of his voice this time was different from when he was talking to Portia and different to the first time you heard it at the front of the store. Sweeter, thicker, you found it hard to swallow past a lump in your throat that you hadn’t notice form. You broke your gaze from his, down to his waiting hands. You let go of Portia’s hand long ago and, with sweat clamming your hands, you lightly placed them into his. In an instant, you felt an energy flow from him into you through your connected hands. At the same time, even more of the world fell from you two, but this time, it really did, creating a reality that only you two shared.

The entire room began to crumble around you as you looked in horror. What was this? Even the table that once separated you was gone, and now, all that was left were the two of you, cross-legged, holding onto each other. The crumbling reality revealed violet stardust and an endless void that you floated through. Your heart pounded in your chest, the fear of falling into nothingness freezing your body.

“Breathe,” was the only thing he said. He didn’t have to read your aura to know that you were crippled with fear. You did was he had said, closing your eyes, deep breaths in and out, in and out, in and out, until you could feel yourself begin to ease.

Your senses began to focus on everything that wasn’t your steadying pulse. You felt the chill of the universe around you, you felt the warmth in his hands. In fact, you felt the warmth of his aura radiating off of him-- the care, the kindness, the… love? You felt the love he held in his heart and the care and support he wished to provide. But there was more? You felt sadness, loneliness, pain. The farther you delved into his aura, the more you discovered, the range of emotions he felt just sharing this space with you. You opened your eyes to look into his eyes, hoping for answers. They were glossy with tears, and you saw it then-- everything you found, he felt it all for you.

He swallowed, blinking away the coming tears. “Do you know me, (Y/N)?” He croaked into the silence, his hands beginning to tremble. “It’s me, Asra.” His grip on your hands tightened.

That name was familiar, hearing it escape his lips tinged nostalgia in your heart, like you knew that name. And the more you searched his face, the more familiar it felt. It felt like you shared memories long gone with him eons ago, or in a different reality. He knew who you were, but you couldn’t place who he was. You were sure you had never seen him before, you were sure you had never met him or known him. How could you forget someone this mysterious, this beautiful, this magical? You felt him shift as he took your hands to intertwine his fingers into yours.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, and you felt compelled by curiosity to do as he said. “Just breathe.”

As you focused on your breathing, you felt a jolt and woke back in the room where Portia had her fortune told. But it seemed different this time, as if everything around you were slightly hazy. You tried to look around, move around, but your body didn’t allow for it. Instead, it moved and turned on its own. As your body turned, you could see that although the room you were in looked identical to the room your friend had her fortune told, wherever you were was not the same place. The room that led into the one you were in looked like the shop you came in from but different. Instead, the walls here were lined with bottles, some filled with dried herbs and others filled with a variety of colored liquids. The shop looked less tidy and more dusty and worn out, built like a shed or hut haphazardly put together instead of like the proper buildings in downtown.

“Master!” You heard a voice ring out. When it came again for the second time, your eyes widened. You recognized that voice. “Are you back?” A head peaked into the room you were in. That was you. It was you, but you were dressed similarly to the shopkeep-- loose, draped in a violet and gold shawl. You had a sheer scarf wrapped loosely over your head as a wide grin spread across your face.

“Hello, (Y/N). I’ve missed you.” The voice that came from the eyes you were looking at the world from you recognized as the shopkeep’s. You watched yourself run to Asra (though, as yourself) and leap into his arms.

“I missed you too,” you heard yourself coo. You saw Asra place a kiss to the top of your head as he tightened his arms around you. You could feel his heart, how happy he was to have you in his arms. And you could see on your face, how happy you were to have him home. Your eyes closed, and when you opened them again you found yourself back floating in the stardust void, holding Asra’s hands as before. He looked at you expectantly.

“What you saw was a memory of mine.” He shifted his gaze elsewhere as a light flush crept onto his cheeks, downcast and disappointed. “I was hoping that showing you would help… But it doesn’t seem like it did…”

He continued. “I didn’t know what I was expecting, really. The you that you saw, they were my apprentice. We lived in a world different from yours. And then,” his voice began to shake, “and then, they died… from a disease that destroyed our city… I wasn’t there for them...”

He looked up at you with tears in his eyes, threatening to spill over his cheeks. The pain you could feel from his energy was genuine. He loved them, and to have your love ripped from your arms, to believe that it was all your fault, you could only imagine a fraction of the pain and misery he led every day since the day he lost them. He sniffed, inhaling deeply to calm himself.

“And so I tried searching for ways to get her back. I travelled worlds to find answers. That’s how I ended up here, in your world. To find you…” He trailed off, staring intently into your eyes, his shining with determination, love, resolve, care. “I didn’t know I’d find you here, it was never apart of my plan, and I know you will never be apart of it.”

“Asra…” His name fell from your lips, and he couldn’t hold his tears back anymore. He let them flow freely as he wailed, taking you into his arms, tangling his fingers in your hair, whimpering, “I miss you, (Y/N)... I miss you so much…” All you felt you could do was hold him. It felt like hours as he let out a lifetime’s worth of anguish and grief, and even when he composed himself, you could still feel the guilt he held within him. When he pulled away, he looked tired, tired of searching for the person he loves, tired of the guilt he felt, tired of the world. But even so, you knew he felt that he couldn’t give up, not yet. This was the pull you’ve felt all your life. This pull to magic, and the pull you felt when you met Asra, was because the two of you shared a destiny together in another world, in another life.

“When you and your friends passed by the shop tonight, I felt you…” He cupped your cheek. You instinctively leaned into his warm hand, wondering why it felt so right to. “I couldn’t let you slip away, even if you aren’t the apprentice I shared my life with in another world.”

“Even if you aren’t them, seeing you, alive and well, living and laughing, it gives me hope. I was just all about to give up until I saw you,” he chuckled, and looking at him smile, even if slightly bitter, you realized how the you he knew could have fallen in love with him. The man in front of you was strong-willed and would give his life for you if he had to.

“I’ll bring you back now, and I’ll let you and your friends go on your way.” The hand that cupped your cheek found its way back to intertwine with your fingers. “Just close your eyes, and open them only when I say.” You slowly close them, almost wishing to savor this sight of Asra against the stars. You feel a rush, like the world was spinning back into place, reconstructing the room everyone was gathered in. And then you feel his energy leave you as the warmth of his hands leave yours cold.

“Go ahead and open your eyes.” You see him across from you with a smile across his face, and as you look around, you’re no longer floating through the stars but rather surrounded by your dearest friends. The looks on their faces said you had only been gone for only a few minutes. Your look of astonishment made everyone in the room giggle.

“That much of a trip, huh? You look like you’ve just smoked!” Portia beamed, not even trying to suppress her laughter. You look back to Asra, whose smile hadn’t faded from that look of adoration. But you knew better than to think it’s for you.

Portia looked to him too, ready to pull her wallet out. “How much do I owe you for the fortune telling?” But Asra shook his head.

“Everything’s free of charge this time.” He stood, the lavender snake that had fallen asleep in his lap bounded out and scurried away only for you to notice, and everyone else followed suit. He walked around your group to the entrance of the room, tying back the curtain and cutting through the beads to lead you all out. Up to the front door, your eyes never left his figure. Everyone exited one by one, and you were the last. You lingered in the doorway, eyes boring into your shoes until you lift your head to catch one last glimpse of him. In his eyes, you could see fear, fear of never seeing you again, but this time you. It was hidden behind a front of hope, but you could see right through him. You gave him hope, and if he never saw you again, what would happen? You flashed him a toothless smile and gave a hard squeeze on his shoulder.

“You’ll find a way. I know you will.”

You stepped out of the shop and back out into the night as a shiver ran down your spine. You didn’t look back at him, but as you were already down the stairs, he called out your name. You turn, and he was there, inches away, the ruby scarf he wore earlier in hand. Wrapping it around your shoulders, its thick fabric warming your arms, he whispered, “Thank you,” before he stepped back up and disappeared into his shop. You tugged at the scarf, pulling it closer to your face as his scent engulfed your senses. You turned back to face your friends, heading off to find some other adventure, eyes lingering on the shop windows hoping for another glance at him that never came.

[mapc2498]

Get To Know Me…

i just did this for fun and realize that my life is boring....

1.Who was the last person you held  hands with?

Idk probably my mom or this guy  that I studied with 2-3 years ago, we were joking  2. Are you outgoing or shy?

100% shy  3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Someone to save me or anyone to  love  4. Are you easy to get along with?

Idk maybe, maybe not.  5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

I don’t like anyone, but if we  think on Shawn probably he will, he is so sweet  6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Cute, sweet, handsome, white, any  hair of color but red.  7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

nope  8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Does it count Shawn Mendes  9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

no  10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My high school friends a long time  ago, I miss them  11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

Idk, but probably something from  college about the integration project that we need to print many times  12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Good one, idk let me search…..bad  reputation, life is worth at living, Havana, power & understad  13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yes, I love it  14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

No, I don’t think so  15. What good thing happened this summer?

Now that I think, nothing I was  really depressed this summer, I hate summer, and I was repeating a subject  that I didn’t pass  16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

No  17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

yes  18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

No lol  19. Do you like bubble baths?

I haven’t had a bath with anything  else but water  20. Do you like your neighbors?

No, I don’t talk to them  21. What are you bad habits?

Eatung to much, not sleeping when I  have to, snooze the alarm, don’t do the thing that I need to do on the exact  moment  22. Where would you like to travel?

London or Europe to be more specific  23. Do you have trust issues?

Yes and no, it depends  24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Nights, but sometimes they are the  worst or when I’m alone or car rides  25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Butt, too fat  26. What do you do when you wake up?

Go for a wee and shower if it is a  uni day if not go or a wee and go to watch youtube on the living room  27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

lighter  28. Who are you most comfortable around?

Cousins,2 in  specific  29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

I haven’t had a boyfriend even thought  I’m 19  30. Do you ever want to get married?

yes  31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

yes  32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Shawn Mendes and and Camila  cabello or Lauren J.  33. Spell your name with your chin.

aloedjnazndrdaz  34. Do you play sports? What sports?

Dance counts  35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Its hard but I think TV  36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Yes, many times  37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Nothing I ignore them till they  talk again  38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Sweet, cute, lady, gentleman  39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Forever21  40. What do you want to do after high school?

For me will be uni, and I want to  have my apartment and live alone (probably a bad idea, because of my depression  I would really kill myself there, but that my dream, live alone, I really  enjoy it)  41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

yes  42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m always quit but it means I’m  thinking too much and I’m getting depressed and you can tell because I want to  me more lonely than I already am  43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yes, if I’m not distracted  44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Outer space, I hate the ocean  45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

My dreams and hope that everything  will be better  46. What are you paranoid about?

idk  47. Have you ever been high?

No, but I wish thought  48. Have you ever been drunk?

No, I don’t like alcohol  49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Cutting like 5 moths ago or that I  masturbate  50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

red  51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Yes

Be more skinnier  52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My butt  53. Favourite makeup brand?

Urban decay  54. Favourite store?

Forever 21  55. Favourite blog?

Zoella  56. Favourite colour?

Turquesa, purple, black and withe  57. Favourite food? 

italian  58. Last thing you ate?

Champurrada with milk  59. First thing you ate this morning?

Cahmpurrada with coffee  60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Does it 3rd place  count, on dance competition  61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

nope  62. Been arrested? For what?

nope  63. Ever been in love? 

nope  64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

I didn’t know him till that day, I  don’t even know his name. I was with this girl walking and she saw them, they  know her (they were 2) one of them call her and keep talking, the other one started  to talk to me; then he said lets leave them alone, and we went really near to  sit between a wall full of cars in front of it so no one could see us and  started to talk, then he put his hand on my knee and flirt then he tried to  kiss him but I said that it was my first time so he was like don’t worry and  kissed me it tasted like cigarettes and he wanted to touch me and when I resist  he was again like its okay and took my hand near his part, but I resisted and  he was like okay but kept his hand on my leg, then I was like I have a curfew  and it’s the time already I have to go, and that’s it, amaizing kiss right  65. Are you hungry right now?

No, surprise  66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

I don’t have any friends  67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter people, facebooks posts  68. Twitter or Tumblr? tumblr  69. Are you watching tv right now?

Youtube on my tv  70. Names of your bestfriends? 

none  71. Craving something? What?

No, it’s a surprise  72. What colour are your towels?

White  72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

9  73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

no  74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Like 10 but I gave away 90% of my  child stuffed animals  75. Favourite animal?

Horse and tiger  76. What colour is your underwear?

Pink panties and black bra  77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

chocolate  78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

It depends  79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

grey  80. What colour pants?

Black leggins  81. Favourite tv show?

Skins and red band sociaty  82. Favourite movie?

The perks of being a wallflower  83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

none  84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Idk 21 jump streen or al teas I don’t  remember  85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

none  86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Dory  87. First person you talked to today?

My mom  88. Last person you talked to today?

My mom  89. Name a person you hate?

My mom  90. Name a person you love?

Sometimes I think that I don’t love  people, even my family I really have asked that and idk haw I really feel  91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

everyone  92. In a fight with someone?

nope  93. How many sweatpants do you have?

None, but a lot of leggings does  that count?  94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Like 10  95. Last movie you watched?

gifted  96. Favourite actress?

Don’t have  97. Favourite actor?

Don’t have  98. Do you tan a lot?

I have like a tanned look skin  99. Have any pets?

A dog  100. How are you feeling?

Depressed  101. Do you type fast?

No I don’t think so  102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Yes, a lot of things  103. Can you spell well?

Nop but I tried  104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

yes  105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

nope  106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Nope that I know  107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes, love them, but then I feel  bad because I’m fat and I’m one them  108. What should you be doing?

sleeping  109. Is something irritating you right now?

everything  110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Nope, thank God  111. Do you have trust issues?

Idk for real  112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Probably my mom  113. What was your childhood nickname?

Ale? None?  114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yes, I love airplanes  115. Do you play the Wii?

No, I always wanted one  116. Are you listening to music right now?

nope  117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

yes  118. Do you like Chinese food?

yes  119. Favourite book?

Fangirl I’m so like the principal  character  120. Are you afraid of the dark?

sometimes  121. Are you mean?

Sometimes with my words  122. Is cheating ever okay?

no  123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

nope  124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

yes  125. Do you believe in true love?

yes  126. Are you currently bored?

yes  127. What makes you happy?

A rainy day with my own plans coming  really nice and I would be alone  128. Would you change your name?

no  129. What your zodiac sign?

Taurus  130. Do you like subway?

yes  131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Idk if I like him I will date him,  okay I probably would try but I will let him know  132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My high school friends, I miss  them  133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Bad reputation or understand  134. Can you count to one million?

Idk, I have never tried  135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

Im a good liar  136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed  137. How tall are you?

1.60 m  138. Curly or Straight hair?

curly  139. Brunette or Blonde?

brunette  140. Summer or Winter?

Winter  141. Night or Day?

night  142. Favourite month?

december  143. Are you a vegetarian?

No, but I live their food  144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk  145. Tea or Coffee?

both  146. Was today a good day?

kinda  147. Mars or Snickers?

Idk mars so snickers  148. What’s your favourite quote?

I don’t have one, but one that I just  remember is “okay I can’t remember of any”  149. Do you believe in ghosts?

yes  150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first  line on that page?

Saw me and knew that I was, but  she hid me from the world,

 I really relate to, and now i  notice that I didn’t put attention

[meirlev]

big long happy ramble under cut lol. didnt proofread or anything

today casey and i went to our third morning third shacharit shabbat (is that how that’s parsed? idk) and it was lovely. we both wore kippot - not a first - and tallitot - basically a first. the first time i ‘wore’ tallit was at my first shacharit service, where casey and i went up for a blessing for queer and trans folx, and we stood under rabbi ari lev’s tallit with a few others. that was an awesome experience in and of itself, and it ramped up the feelings that id had of “i really love the idea of tallitot and i want to wear one” to “i have had a taste of wearing tallit and want one of my own so that i can have more of the feeling, more often, the way that i like” - so i dug out my copy of the jewish catalog and started pouring over the section devoted to tallitot and tzitzit. casey and i went to joanns last week, bought some materials, and i started to try and make a tallit, but i decided it was too small. so we went back yesterday and got more and different materials, and i’m already stoked about them. (i didnt wear my Own tallis today. i wore a nice ‘communal’ tallit.) today i put the folded tallit on my left shoulder, ccarefully checked and untangled the tzitzit, and then because service had started i walked away for a second, said the blessing as i wrapped myself in the tallit, and thrw the corners over my left shoulder for a moment hen i was done. it was really nice to stim with during service, esp bc i was having trouble focusing. the people behind me (later identified as mark [he], ezra [they?], jace [he] and elliot [he/they]) were excellent singers (esp. mark and ezra) with beautiful harmonies. i was happy when at the end of service, trabbi michelle invited us to turn and greet neighbors, bc i turned around and met mark and ctold him that his singing was a blessing (bc it was!!)and he seemed touched, which im glad about. oh! but before that! mark was the one to carry the sefer torah around the room - it was so cute and fun, less ‘rowdy’ than the walk had been at the bat mitzvah that was the first service i went to. i held the tzittzit in my fingers and touched the dressing with them, then kissed them, which felt nice and good. and later, there was haftarah for a family (the daugheter? was getting married thefollowing day), for ‘people who love summer and dont want it to end’ and for ‘people who are excited about new beginnings” - i went up for that final one. i was excited to be wearing my own tallit, and when i got up there i realized that the person who was standing next to me did not have one, and i quickly came to the conclusion to offer them to share my tallit, and they accepted, and i put the right side of it on their right shoulder and kept the left on my left. (i didnt cover my head which maybe i was supposed to do? im not sure) and i stumbled along with the transliteration of the blessings in the siddur. after the reading, i had another chance to touch the tzitzit to the sefer torah (i hadnt taken the opportunity before the blessing) and almost declined gain, but went for it - i felt really anxious and p awkward bc me and this stranger+friend were wearing the tallit together so how would we navigate the tzitzit-touch-and-kiss?? we ended up sort of shuffling as a unit towards the scroll, i went in with the tzitzit and then shuffled backwards out of the way so that they would get in on it. i managed to push away some of the anxiety and awakwardness with the knowledge that it was fun, memorable, meaningful, jewish. oneg was nice bc i got to meet the person i shared my tallit with - her name is aliyah [she] i think!! like thats her name but idk the spelling. i think it’s a cute and nice name. i also got to meet briar [ze] which was nice! ze seems really cool, and ze even likes beekeeping as much as i do!! which is difficult!!!! also i brought up hir chest tattoo and commented that i knew someone with one similar, and as it turns out we knew the same person!! its julian [he], friend of casey’s, who makes music that i really love. anyway. we sat with aliyah for a bit, then jace and elliot and ezra came over, after the leader of the LGBTQ havurah [she] whose name starts with G, contains an F and isnt gefilte. but i dont remember it. and finally briar came over near the end. we mightve talked for an hour!

i wish i already knew hebrew bc a lot of the psalms werent transliterated, so i couldnt participate as heaviliy as i couldve otherwise. it was hot in there but i liked how their tallit felt, i wonder if ill like my big tallit when im done if its still so hot.

[strudel-kitty]

OK your turn to do all of them now >:3

Holy heck this too WAY too long to do, but I finally finished. 

1.Who was the last person you held hands with?: I believe that’d be my best friend, but it was in a joking manner. 

2. Are you outgoing or shy?: Depends. If I’m with people I know or family I am pretty outgoing, but if I’m in school, or around peeps I don’t know, I am really shy. 

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?: I’m looking forward to seeing @earlofbutts​ sometime soon this month :3 4. Are you easy to get along with?: I bet some would say yes, but I’d say no. If you’ve ever met me in person you’d know, I am the absolute worst person to be around. I’m so annoying haha. I can’t keep friends. 

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?: I’d hope he’d take care of me. I’d hope anyone would take care of me if I ever got drunk. haha. 

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?: People would can make me smile/laugh. An people who are really nerdy. 

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?: I’d hope so. 

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?: Thinking about a buddy I was talking to last night, He’s a good buddy. I wanna yap at him, but I really don’t wanna bug him. 

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?: Nope, not in the slightest. 

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?: A good friend of mine last night on Snapchat. 

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?: ‘Ruff :3′ This was to explain the other team of the Puppy Bowl, prior I said “Fluff :3″ Cause there were two teams, Ruff an Fluff. 

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?: Hnnn. I don’t even know. Um. Sad Machine, No Homo, Blue lips, Those are the only ones I can think of off the top of my head. 

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?: I love it. It’ll make me fall asleep.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?: I do, I do. 

15. What good thing happened this summer?: Summer of 2016. Good thing that happened would probably be that I finished High School, and got an amazing tattoo. 

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?: I would yeah, sadly I wish he lived closer. 

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?: I bet there is, we’ve got a bunch of planets, an even more out there I bet, so there’s gotta be life somewhere out there. 

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?: I do not, no. I’d prefer not too either. 

19. Do you like bubble baths?: I do, I love taking them especially when I am stressed.

20. Do you like your neighbors?: Eh, not really. I only like the neighbors to my left side, cause the guy on my right’s dog attacked my dog, an he didn’t seem to care about the situation, an just. No. I dislike him. But the couple on the other side are really nice. 

21. What are you bad habits?: Nail biting, talking way too much. 

22. Where would you like to travel?: Mm, To California, Tokoyo, and back to Orlando again. 

23. Do you have trust issues?: I do. 

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?: Eating. 

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?: It’s a toss up between my thighs or my stomach. 

26. What do you do when you wake up?: I stretch, I put my glasses on, an then I go to start my usual daily routine. 

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?: I like my skin where it’s at right now. 

28. Who are you most comfortable around?: Probably my best friend, we talk about everything together. 

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?: Nope. I am 100% sure they were all glad to be away from me. 

30. Do you ever want to get married?: I would like to get married someday. 

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?: My hair is far too short for a ponytail. 

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?: Pass.

33. Spell your name with your chin: wwemuuily

34. Do you play sports? What sports?: I don’t do sports, sorry. 

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?: Hmm..Probably T.V. 

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?: No, I usually tell people if I like them, cause I am stupid like that.  

37. What do you say during awkward silences?: Anything to try an clear up the awkward silence. Or I just kinda stand there awkwardly. 

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?: Someone who can easily make me laugh/smile. Someone who’s real nerdy, like we’re talking anime watching nerd right here. It’d be nice to have someone taller than me, so they can pick me up an carry me around. Have some of the same common interests as me would be nice as well. 

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?: Hot Topic an Target! 

40. What do you want to do after high school?: I graduated already, but I hoped to go to college, an surprise surprise, I am now in college. 

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?: Eh, It depends on what the person did. 

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?: I could be mad, or really upset, or just thinking. (Or I could be sleeping.) 

43. Do you smile at strangers?: Not really, but I do sometimes smile at like little babies. Cause they’re staring at me so, I just look at them in return. 

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?: Screw whatever is lurking in the deep depths of the ocean, I’ll take a one trip vacation up to the outer space. 

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?: My pets, My close family, and my close friends. 

46. What are you paranoid about?: That everyone secretly hates me, but they are just acting like they care about me to be nice, cause they know I’m depressed as fuck, so they don’t want me killing myself. So they are nice cause they have to be. 

47. Have you ever been high?: Nope. 48. Have you ever been drunk?:Nope 

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?: Nah. 

50. What was the color of the last hoodie you wore?: ‘Twas a maroon color. 

51. Ever wished you were someone else?: I have yeah. 

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?: Wish I wasn’t so depressed and anxiety filled. 

53. Favorite makeup brand?: I don’t wear makeup. 

54. Favorite store?: Target. 

55. Favorite blog?: It’s so hard to chose what my favorite blog is, cause I got so many favorite blogs. I can’t pick a favorite cause I have too many. 

56. Favorite color?: Purple! 

57. Favorite food?: Mm, I’d say Tacos. 

58. Last thing you ate?: A Popsicle 

59. First thing you ate this morning?: Didn’t eat till like 12, so. 

60. Ever won a competition? For what?: I’ve never won anything. Story of my life. 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?: Never ever have been. 62. Been arrested? For what?: Never have been. 63. Ever been in love?: I have been. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?:  Let’s see. It happened back in 3rd grade under a table while high school musical was playing in the classroom. We then ate some chips after we kissed. It was on like the last day of school. 65. Are you hungry right now?: Nope, but I am thirsty. 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?: I’d say I do, but I really like my irl best friend a lot too, an one other person too I talk to now an again irl, shes great. 67. Facebook or Twitter?: Facebook. 

68. Twitter or Tumblr?: Tumblr, duh. 69. Are you watching tv right now?: I am, I am watching Puppy Bowl. Again. 70. Names of your bestfriends?: Logan, Arnim, I’d like to say Ciara is also one of my good, best buddies. @8luespiders is too *wink* Nicky as well. 71. Craving something? What?: Craving a drink, cause I am thirsty. 72. What color are your towels?: Blue, Pink, and Grey. 73. How many pillows do you sleep with?: I sleep with 2! 

74. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: I do, I sleep with like 1 or 2 stuffed animals. 75. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?: Honestly? Probably 30 or so. 76. Favorite animal?: I really like cats! 

77. What color is your underwear?: Its plaid colored. 78. Chocolate or Vanilla?: Probably Vanilla. 79. Favorite ice cream flavor?: Cotton Candy :3 80. What color shirt are you wearing?: Black. 81. What color pants?: Black. 82. Favorite tv show?: I really like Flip or Flop. Or any of the Puppy Bowls. 83. Favorite movie?: Ponyo!

84. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?: Neither, I never even saw them. 85. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?: Neither, haven’t even seen those. 86. Favorite character from Mean Girls?: I don’t even know the characters. 87. Favorite character from Finding Nemo?: Bruce88. First person you talked to today?: My mom. 89. Last person you talked to today?: So far, this person I am RP’ing with. 90. Name a person you hate?: Gabriel 91. Name a person you love?: Sam92. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?: Ye. 93. In a fight with someone?: No. 94. How many sweatpants do you have?: I don’t think I own any? 95. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?: I’ve got about 6 or 7. 96. Last movie you watched?: Sing. 97. Favorite actress?: Is Pikachus voice actor a actress? Lol. 98. Favorite actor?: Idk. 99. Do you tan a lot?: I cant tan at all, I always burn. 100. Have any pets?: I’ve got 4 pets! :3 101. How are you feeling?: Feeling tired. 102. Do you type fast?: I’d like to say so, yeah. 103. Do you regret anything from your past?: I do, I regret a lot of things. 104. Can you spell well?: Not really, no. 105. Do you miss anyone from your past?: I miss a few people. 106. Ever been to a bonfire party?: Nope. 107. Ever broken someone’s heart?: Sadly, yes. 108. Have you ever been on a horse?: I have, only once though. 109. What should you be doing?: Sleeping probably. Or homework. 110. Is something irritating you right now?: These questions are so gosh dang long. 111. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?: Yeah. 112. Do you have trust issues?: I do. 113. Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Mm, I don’t remember. 114. What was your childhood nickname?: Em. 115. Have you ever been out of your province/state?: Farthest from Florida I’ve been was to South Carolina, or Texas. I’m not sure which is farther. But, I’m so used to Florida that I really like it here. 116. Do you play the Wii?: I don’t, I sadly don’t have one. 117. Are you listening to music right now?: Nope, listening to T.V. 118. Do you like chicken noodle soup?: Eh, I prefer tomato soup. 119. Do you like Chinese food?: I love Chinese food. 120. Favorite book?: Catcher in the Rye. 121. Are you afraid of the dark?: I am, I sleep with a night light cause I’m a big chicken. 122. Are you mean?: I probably am, yeah. 123. Is cheating ever okay?: No, it isn’t. 124. Can you keep white shoes clean?: No, I wish I could. It’s too hard too. 125. Do you believe in love at first sight?: I do. I’m a hopeless romantic man. 126. Do you believe in true love?: I do. Once again. Hopeless romantic. 127. Are you currently bored?: Not really, I’m just really tired. 128. What makes you happy?: Hearing peoples laughter. Cats meowing. Dogs wagging their tails. Little animal nose twitches. 129. Would you change your name?: I would, if I had another name I wanted to change it too. 130. What your zodiac sign?: Pisces131. Do you like subway?: It’s okay. 132. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?: I’d tell him I wasn’t interested, an we both were better off as best buds. 133. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?: A friend over snapchat. 134. Favorite lyrics right now?: I don’t know?? 135. Can you count to one million?: I could but that’s a lot of numbers to count.136. Dumbest lie you ever told?: I’m straight. 137. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?: Closed. 138. How tall are you?: I’m like 5′1 139. Curly or Straight hair?: Curly. 140. Brunette or Blonde?: Blonde.141. Summer or Winter?: Summer. 142.  Night or Day?: Day 143. Favorite month?: October 144. Are you a vegetarian?: Nope 145. Dark, milk or white chocolate?: Milk Chocolate 146. Tea or Coffee?: Coffee 147. Was today a good day?: Today was decent. 148. Mars or Snickers?: Snickers 149. What’s your favourite quote?: Idk man im too tired for this 150. Do you believe in ghosts?: I do, yeah. 151. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line: Rhodesian Ridgeback. 

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Y'all in the village that have seen me recently

I apologize, y'all will just have to bless this sweet darling heart

My eyes have become super sensitive to the sun and I have to wear sunglasses (i got $250 worth of contacts with my stimulus check -- 12 boxes including one free sample due to the brand i purchased being discontinued suddenly and my prescription being out of stock - contact lens.com, i highly recommend. I did send inal a photo of my valid prescription) Usually I'm extremely picky and don't buy the lightly tinted lenses. But Wal-Mart had them on sale and usually that's all they sell. Usually i get mine from eBay and spend hours if not days searching for them cute and dark, zooming in the photos to see how the tint is reflected, refracted and if i can see through it. Usually sunglasses are very honestly shown for some reason.

Anyway so these are so thin I forget I am wearing them!

So, I'm all parading in Wal-Mart in purple sunglasses and all in the drive thru like an I don't care diva!

I don't know the origin, yet. Or where it came from... If it was just an agreed upon practice by international law or if it's just me. Idk.

But i think its rude to hide your eyes when speaking to someone. Like its not something conscious. I didn't sit around deciding it was a pet peeve or some law, but when i was a waitress tossing pizzas out the drive through pick up line or just a casual shopper -- people in sunglasses and not lifting them or removing them always bugged at me and irked me suspicious.

So I've been all parading around completely unaware because I've had to wear regular prescription clear lenses for so long that I'm used to the weight of glasses, especially in public because that's the only time I wore them. They just became part of me

And the tint is just see through light -- like the same color of my regular daytime light in my bedroom that every one says is dark. And a light bulb does illuminate. I'm very vampire dungeon darkness.

So I just wanted to apologize that i been all looking like Miss Princess don't care.

I always refused to buy light lenses because i thought they didn't work or weren't worth it. The sun here is so strong. But they do definitely help and are so comfortable i don't know they're in place.

So I care but my eyes hurt a lot. And the contacts kind of made it worse. Like when I take my non insulin diabetic shot, after 10 to 20 minutes I can feel it go into the back of my eyeballs and it feels so good!!

Its not a super pain or uncomfortable and its more when I don't sleep or am upset. I guess my pupils dilate weird

Which my eye doctor before the last, I was on Percocet and well the same 13 prescriptions as well as a few more for pain and so on. And he told me to be cautious as my pupils don't dilate proper due to "being so heavily drugged"

So who knows. I just try to avoid light.

And these sunglasses help and I don't know I'm wearing them. So I'm not hiding behind a mask and cute tinted sun glasses. I'm just protecting my eyes and preventing pain.

Like i say. The pain is from the brain to indicate a problem. So there's a problem Idk how to diagnose and verify or solve. So.

Its not intense just pressure and an auto response to avoid light. Like my kid turns on the lightbulb and I'm all its so fucking bright!!!! Although now the florescent burnt out thank God because that gave me migraines. And I got an LED. But the choices ar the dollar tree were limited to be 60 watt equivalent when I prefer a 40 watt or 30 even.

So I notice the intensity in my eyeballs changing in response to the light

When we lived in Alabama and we were about to move to NYC and my parents had always said Florida would be our next stop.

And i developed an allergy to the sun. A real allergy to the sun. It's a rare condition. My skin would marblize a red color and I would begin to feel faint and/or throw up if I was in direct sun.

It was right after Denise had become Zulululu.

And so I still have remenents of the non contagious disease. Although I was kept from school for 6 weeks... Like my legs if get hot then they get itchy and the sun irritates my eyeballs.

So I always buy sunglasses but I don't always wear them but have them available.

My daughter has the blue light blocker AND the progressive lens so that in the sun they turn to a light see through sun glasses. Zinnie.com I think I spelled it wrong m allong with a basic pair of clear glasses with a anti reflective coat for like $5 I paid about $70 for both. Never had any problems with Zinnie and even leaving them in a hot car was no problems. But a pair from firmoo I paid extra for the anti reflective coat and the lens coating melted in the car. So I'll never ever buy from them unless its a keep in the house pair. Wearing contacts and losing one on the beginning of a road trip where i was expected to drive -- it fell out my eye and ripped - it was old. And I didn't know or think about it and i had no back ups!! So i had to suffer the whole week. Migraines and all.

So in my luggage I keep a pair of contacts or glasses even when it's in storage. I keep a pair of glasses in my car in case of emergency. And firmoo completely failed me.

I've bought half a dozen or so from Zinnie. I call it Zin-knee-uh although it's probably just Zin-knee.

And noooo problems. Even with the advanced lenses which do work and are great.

Because I wear contacts, I don't want to invest in a good pair of glasses but my daughter solely wears glasses so I find it important to protect her eyes.

I get the anti-reflective coating -- the mid level due to at night lights. Without corrective lenses, lights look like Ferris wheels.

I literally can't see shit but 6 feet in front of me. I guess other people are not much different so. Like can y'all see a person 100 yards away? Like no? Right? I can see shadows and shit but I can't recognize people with my eyeballs until they're all up on me.

My uncle always says I'm gonna need a scope to shoot at night. -.-

I'm not quite Mr Magoo but I'm lucky as he is. Thankfully. (He's a cartoon, check him out. He's in YouTube)

And so my drastic apology for blatantly running around in sunglasses all rude and shit. Is done.

Also, while I'm talking about companies -- avoid PANTENE FOR COLOR TREATED HAIR. It strips rhe color out and is complete crap and the worst ever.

Herbal Essence and Loreal Elive are both fantastic to keep color treatments in.

I thought it was just our hair but ive been using PANTENE and my kid Herbal Essence and I see the difference.

Also I like my hair curly. And lantern curly didn't do shit. But Herbal Essence Twisted always has worked great. Not my personal favorite scent but tolerable.

Y'all what i need is a curly and color treated hair shampoo and conditioner at an affordable price. I've searched African American products and haven't found any with those labels. So Idk.

My scalp and hair is ultra dry due to scalp psoriasis and i can go a total 3 months of no washing without looking oily.

So i love African American products and buy them proudly in secret for myself! But i notice their bottles are smaller and more costly.

Except i found a leave in oil for only $3 which i use when i don't dye.

Foreign oils can strip hair color quite well as well as dandruff shampoo.

So I'm always cautious about leave in oils and lotions.

But PANTENE is a FAILURE.

Its my main switch. I use herbal essence and PANTENE and Loreal. Its a fact using the same conditioner and shampoo leaves a certain coating on the hair to cause it to be limp and flat and dull.

So it's always been recommended to use a clarifying shampoo and conditioner for a week then go back to the reg.

The same effect or nearly the same effecf is done by switching brands. So that's what I do.

PANTENE is now out of the equation.

Tio Nacho is a fantastic shampoo and conditioner. My daughter's hair was always unruly. Curly and just wild no matter what. And tio nacho is the only brand,to tame her to look like a human and not a wild lion. But I haven't found color protecting and it's $8 for only 12 ounces and so I find that expensive.

I buy the huge 27 ounces for $7. So.

But I would buy it for her. It helped calm the oily and wild mane.

My friend brushed her hair once and she was so surprised m she said that was like warm butter, lol. Because she always had wild corkscrew curls and some random straight ones she looked a wreck 24/7.

Truly I didn't mind I knew the truth. But tio Nacho has some miracle up in it. Swear.

PANTENE doesn't even have ordinary skills it claims to have m

So we may put Aussie in our loopm we use Tressemme when the cash flow is low.

I used to do live advertising and did the 3 minute Aussie miracle conditioner and that was always nice. The formula changed and it's not as wonderful as it used to be but its average. So i haven't had them in our loop.

Dove we don't like. Hers gets oily and crazy and i don't like the oil stimulation it causes. Idk maybe it's good but ... It makes me feel ick. Which is sad because I really wanted Dove to work.

PANTENE was my first "luxury" shampoo and conditioner i bought myself because i was raised on V05 and if I was lucky and Denise was nice, Suave. She literally bought the cheapest. And never bought extra conditioner and So i had to ration it. So my first self purchase on my own was PANTENE. But it is now a failure. -.- and lives are ruined and especially hair dos.

So now i used to buy my ex V05 ha!

And i have an emergency bottle of Tressemme 32 ounce under my bed for color treated. Conditioner.

We buy conditioner 4x more than shampoo. Because we coat it all --scalp to ends -- brush it. Then i rinse the heavy coat i soaked in while watching tv and smoking then I give it a light coat on the ends again and rinse.

Shampoo we just use one handful and not two or three and it foams up and so we don't need as much.

Like i use 2 - 3 pumps on my scalp of shampoo then one maybe two on the ends. The scalp i scrub the ends I rub.

Like now i have to dye again so I'll use a dandruff shampoo and I'll end up scrubbing all of my hair and use like 1/4 a 12 oz bottle. To get any deposits and leftover film and so on off all the hairs so they absorb the dye better. Then no conditioner. Or a light coat to detanglr and comb and rinse quickly without a deep soak. Then sometimes i gently apply shampoo again without a good scrub. Just run it through to remove the conditioner. But not to allow tangles.

Im not an expert or anything but hair care is serious around here and Idk why PANTENE is trying to destroy mine and succeeding.

I spend $50 every 2 months on just hair. For two.

One girl with a Mohawk and my long to the waist hair.

Two sides of her head are shaved every 6 weeks and she gets the same bottles as i do and then she's all "i need more" 0.o. Honestly she washes hers more often than i do.

We have our own buckets of shampoo and conditioner. Nathaniel either uses it or poisones it so we have our own large Easter buckets. And we store our towels in my room too. Then we have a 3rd bucket in case i buy in advance or like now give up on a bottle we were trying out. Save it. For days of emergency. Running out or so on

But we do borrow from each other if one or the other is low we take from each other to use.

We have different body soaps and different hair needs sometimes. Like i want curly and she's all nah. Or she has Tio Nacho.

We come from a 3 bathroom house so we're used to having our own product. Let me say it that way. But we always are good about sharing if necessary.

But she actually has more demands for bath stuff than I. So like her loofah and her body wash and all that isn't used by me and she knows its only all her Because I have my own bucket.

I cater to my kid. I Like it seperate too because her stuff is more expensive. $7 body wash and mine is $3 if i buy it. Otherwise i use shampoo. I do have hair in my armpits after all. And so i see hers and im all hmmm let me try this and yeah... "Idk how i used half a bottle in one bath" so it is more expensive!! So

While I'm buying 2x the shampoo and conditioner to supply 2 buckets -- in fact i am not spending more. If we shared the bottles as a person would expect, then we would go through them faster.

2 people in one bottle

Vs 2 people in 2 bottles.

So I have to purchase less often than if we shared but I have to purchase more bottles.

So in reality i pay the same price but the schedule and cost load is different.

Like if im out of conditioner, i know she will be at some point so i buy two bottles. And it waits until she needs it. Unless i need shampoo, too.

Then if she if she needs the shampoos then we buy all over again.

The cycle of life told in shampoo and conditioner.

[hmu-parker]

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-Who was the last person you held hands with? my friend -are you outgoing or shy? shy at first -who are you looking forward to seeing? u h h my friends -are you easy to get along with? I think so -if you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? probably, he's a pretty sweet guy so -what kind of person are you attracted to? sporty guys, doesn't like the rangers, any hair color, outgoing, can make me laugh anytime, awkward too -do you think you'll be in a relationship two months from now? haha no -who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Taron Egerton aka Eggsy from Kingsman -Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? depends -who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My guy friend that I've known since first grade -what does the most recent text you sent say? " s u c c m y a s s" -what re your top 5 songs? fitzpleasure by alt-J/ toothpaste kisses by The Maccabees/ Too much to ask by Niall Horan/ Kiwi by Harry Styles/ New York Soul Part 2 by Jon Bellion -Do you like it when people play with your hair? it really depends on how i feel that day, as weird as that sounds -do you believe in luck and miracles? yes -what good thing happened this summer? I went to Tour De Columbus in June and hung out with my friends a lot -would you kiss the last person you kisses? n e v e r k i s s e d a n y o n e -do you think there's life on other planets? yes, we have no many planets in the galaxy there has to be something out there -do you still talk to your first crush? no, he just looks at me in class like b a c k o f f -Do you love bubble baths? no, my bath is disgusting -do you like your neighbors? most of them, but two of my favorite neighbors moved away :( but I have a british neighbor and he's THE FUNNIEST THING I SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF HIM ONCE AAHAH STORY TIME: so i was playing a game called kick the can and i had to hide and i hid in his bush by the trash can and my neighbor was throwing out the garbage and he saw me and flipped his shit. Plus he has the accent, it's amazing. -what are your bad habits? i over think things and idk if this is a bad habit but i stutter sometimes -where would you like to travel? LA, London and Ireland -Do you have trust issues? yes -favorite part of your daily routine? u h h maybe practicing drums or goalie what part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my belly rolls what do you do when you wake up? stretch, check my phone, go to the bathroom, then go downstairs for breakfast -do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Idk im pretty pale but i like my p a l e n e s s -who are you most comfortable around? my small group of friends -have any of your ex's told you they regretted breaking up? no haha -do you ever want to get married? yes -is your hair long enough for a pony tail? ye ye -which celebrities would you have a threesome with? me, myself and I -spell your name with your chin. noegam, -do you play any sports? yes, field hockey -would you rather live without tv or music? tv have you ever liked someone and never -told them? yes -what do you say during awkward silence? "why the hell did it just get quiet?" -describe your dream girl/guy? u h h well has to make me laugh, always there for me when i need him to be, doesn't mind me rambling about music or anything actually. Holds my hand a lot, HUGS A LOT and random hugs. Would be totally fine with watching Dunkirk 200000 times with me. Gets along with my siblings well, almost like he's part of the family too -what's your favorite store to shop in? Either hot topic or Urban Outfitter -what do you want to do after high school? be in a band and tour the world. make music for people to love (i play drums) -do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? well, it really depends on what they did -if you're being extremely quiet, what does it mean? im either thinking or upset -do you smile at strangers? yes

-trip to outer space or the bottom of the ocean? outer space -what makes you get out of bed in the morning? on week days, my dad opening my bedroom door. on weekends, the sun peeking through my curtains

-what are you paranoid about? not going to a place when my fav might be there -have you ever been high? no -Have you ever been drunk? no have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? no -what's the color of the last hoodie you wore? dark navy green -ever wished you were someone else? u h no -one thing you could change about yourself? more slim -favorite makeup brands? i dont really wear makeup -favorite stores? again.... uh hot topic or urban outfitters -favorite blog? sorry cant pick -favorite color? piercing blue or a dark rose red -favorite food? pizza orrrr my moms homemade apple pieeee -last thing you ate? mmmmm pot pie -first think you ate this morning? chocolate chip pancakes -ever won a competition? no -ever been suspended/expelled? no -ever been arrested? no but i did get a ride home in a cop car since i know most of the local police -ever been in love? no -tell us the story of your first kiss? okay so it was on a cold winter day that never existed -are you hungry rn? no just thirsty -do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? i dont have tumblr friends, i have instagram friends though -facebook or twitter? twitter -twitter or tumblr? tumblr -are you watching tv rn? no

-names of your best friends? ela, josh, josh, gavin, matt, faryal, sam, kiera, mg -are you craving anything? ever since i mentioned apple pie i want apple pie -what color are your towels? a light grey, weird ass question -how many pillows do you sleep with? two -do you sleep with stuffed animals? just one, im a child ik but i cant sleep without it :/ -favorite animal? mexican wolf what color is your underwear? grey -chocolate or vanilla? chocolate -favorite ice cream flavor? chocolate chocolate chip -what color shirt are you wearing? grey -what color pants? black -favorite tv show? aight i got a list: parks and rec, stranger things, riverdale, catfish, NCIS, That 70s Show, the office, the walking dead -favorite movie? Kingsman or Deadpool -Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? mean girls -Mean girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 Jump Street -Favorite Character from Mean Girls? Mrs. George -favorite character from finding nemo? Mr Ray -First person you talked to today? my sister -last person you talked to today? my sister -name a person you hate? all the 'popular' girls who vape at my school name a person you love? uh ela -is there anyone you want to punch in the face rn? my parents for taking my phone for a month since i got injured during my field hockey game, like its not my fault im INJURED not like i can control that -in a fight with someone? my foot since it fell asleep -how many sweatpants do you own? not enough sweatpants -how many hoodies/sweats do you own? a shit ton -last movie you watched? dunkirk for the 6th time (im not lying)

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

my boyfriend

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

im outgoing if you dont know me, shy if you have actually taken the time to get to know me

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

prince harry. dont ask questions.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

depends who you are

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

i hope so

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

green haired gays

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

“platonic? hell not platonic.” so like lets keep it that way? but tbh idk

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

hm. im non binary. oops? but like the only person on my mind rn is my boyfriend so like that counts right?

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha no.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

my boyfriend

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“right i forgot” typical me

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

“this is gospel” by P!ATD, “bullet” by hollywood undead, “pierre” by ryn weaver, “nicotine” P!ATD, “girls/girls/boys” by P!ATD

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

YES YES YES YES YES YES.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

*shrugs* why wouldn’t I?

15. What good thing happened this summer?

i met a guy who walked in on me changing. we are now dating.

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

yep

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

would be pretty cool if there were so yeah sure why not

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

actually i just came out to him as gay. 99.999999% sure that it was just a crush to make my parents believe i was straight. 

19. Do you like bubble baths?

not really

20. Do you like your neighbors?

i dont have neighbours. like all the houses next to me are just sold and/or being torn down

21. What are you bad habits?

biting my nails. for sure. jesus christ im terrible i legit have the shortest nails

22. Where would you like to travel?

literally absolutely everywhere

23. Do you have trust issues?

of course

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

getting on tumblr

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

HAIR. MY FUCKING HAIR. and my chest. BUT LIKE MY HAIR GOD DAMN

26. What do you do when you wake up?

what is this “sleep” you speak of

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

darker. jesus christ i am fucking bleached

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

my boyfriend

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

heh heh heh heh ex’s? what are those?

30. Do you ever want to get married?

yeah

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. yes. unfortunately, it is.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

brendon urie, katherine langford

33. Spell your name with your chin.

ummmmmmmmmm come again?

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

dance. dance. dance. dance. and more dance.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

without TV for sure

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

ahahahahahahahahaha of fucking course like who hasnt

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

this is usually what goes down:

heh heh heh *pulls out phone* *pulls at ponytail*

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

my boyfriend. hands down.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

if i started typing now, i would be here until i died

40. What do you want to do after high school?

take a gap year. after that, i have no fucking idea

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

depends on what they did

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

all the emotions are just too much

or

im in love with you

or

friend crush much?

or

EMOTIONS

43. Do you smile at strangers?

ahahahahahahaha what is this “smiling” you speak of?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

space cause space is cool and actually currently possible to get to

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

boyfriend. feflix. thea. OH AND GETTING AWAY FROM MY FAMILY. but mostly my boyfriend.

46. What are you paranoid about?

the real question is, what am i not paranoid about?

47. Have you ever been high?

*silence*

48. Have you ever been drunk?

heh heh heh heh moving on

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

yup

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

red

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

all the time

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

HAIR. MY FUCKING HAIR. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.

53. Favourite makeup brand?

elf cause im slightly broke, but tarte tho wait but like nyx ungh everything at sephora

54. Favourite store?

sephora

55. Favourite blog?

yes.

56. Favourite colour?

i have this thing where im afraid that if i choose a favourite colour i’ll hurt all the other colours feelings.

57. Favourite food?

ANOREXIA.

58. Last thing you ate?

ANOREXIA.

59. First thing you ate this morning?

ANOREXIA.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

dance dance dance dance dance more dance

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

nope

62. Been arrested? For what?

nah

63. Ever been in love?

yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

we were walking to his house and he had been telling me that he had the urge to kiss me for like a couple days at that point and i told him that if he finished the rice krispie square that he could kiss me. then he did. 3 days later we were in a relationship.

65. Are you hungry right now?

ANOREXIA.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

whats the difference?

67. Facebook or Twitter?

tumblr.

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

does netflix count? im always watching netflix.

70. Names of your bestfriends?

feflix and thea

71. Craving something? What?

chocolate. being a fucking female tho jesus christ kill me please

72. What colour are your towels?

i have a lot of fucking towels like beyond belief. mostly white.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

like 12

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…maybe

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

i cant count that high

75. Favourite animal?

*shrugs* never really thought about it…wait jokes unicorns. cause gay.

76. What colour is your underwear?

rn? white

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

um female so chocolate rn

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

chocolate. im basic ik

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

black

80. What colour pants?

black

81. Favourite tv show?

greys anatomy or the fosters

82. Favourite movie?

pride, tomboy, or the imitation game

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

mean girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

mean girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

he cannot be named. he’s just too gay to function.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

dory

87. First person you talked to today?

feflix

88. Last person you talked to today?

my mom

89. Name a person you hate?

JAYDEN, NEVE, NOA, ANTONIA, LITERALLY EVERYONE BUT MY BEST FRIENDS AND MY BOYFRIEND IM JUST A PERSON FULL OF HATE IM SORRY

90. Name a person you love?

my sister

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

*sighs* you’re making me pick just one?

92. In a fight with someone?

define “fight”

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

dance = literally only owning leggings and sweats

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

too many

95. Last movie you watched?

tfios

96. Favourite actress?

ellen page

97. Favourite actor?

benedict cumberbatch

98. Do you tan a lot?

yeah

99. Have any pets?

nope

100. How are you feeling?

terrible

101. Do you type fast?

yep

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

so much

103. Can you spell well?

ive been told that i can spell well. but its weird cause i cant read out loud well. which usually means that you cant spell well. dyslexia yay

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

beyond belief

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

yes

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

not that i can recall?

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

yes and i was fucking terrified

108. What should you be doing?

math hw

109. Is something irritating you right now?

yes.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

*glances back at my boyfriend* yep

111. Do you have trust issues?

I ALREADY SAID YES WHAT IS THIS MADNESS

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

does like almost weeping count? cause if so like my boyfriend a couple months back. i cry alone. always.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

d…feflix is going to read this. nvm.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

all the time

115. Do you play the Wii?

used to

116. Are you listening to music right now?

when am i not?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

yeah

118. Do you like Chinese food?

yeah

119. Favourite book?

currently? binge by tyler oakley

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

yes

121. Are you mean?

depends who you are

122. Is cheating ever okay?

NEVER. EVER.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

if i try hard enough

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

1000%

125. Do you believe in true love?

1000%

126. Are you currently bored?

tumblr.

127. What makes you happy?

my boyfriend

128. Would you change your name?

probably not? its just become a part of me

129. What your zodiac sign?

pieces

130. Do you like subway?

yeah

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

“im like really fucking gay but like okay cool you do you” *continues trying to steal your phone*

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

my boyfriend

im pretty sure i answered this

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“drank with the devil and forgot my name”

134. Can you count to one million?

ungh i could if i tried hard enough but like ungh effort

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

“trust me. im a straight girl”

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed

137. How tall are you?

5′0″ tiny and adorable.

138. Curly or Straight hair?

straight.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

green

140. Summer or Winter?

summer

141. Night or Day?

night

142. Favourite month?

february

143. Are you a vegetarian?

nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk

145. Tea or Coffee?

coffee

146. Was today a good day?

not really…scratch that…nope!

147. Mars or Snickers?

mars

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“okay? okay.”

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

yep

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“I often hated myself and tried to talk myself back into starving, but those days because fewer and father between, the longer i worked toward recovery.”