#jakie answers stuff

[yooo-lets-go]

Answering some asks as usual:

As always thank you for all the nice words and fun drawing ideas (some are already in my bigass WIP folder)

To everybody apologizing for spam reblogging : don’t worry about it, it’s always a compliment for me:)))

Hey thank you, I’m happy you enjoy my stuff and the Polish content! I really like seeing niche stuff from different countries, call it cultural exchange lol. Also I think that every place in the world has people who love it at least a bit - home is home after all.

As for anatomy book recommendations, I have this:

There is more good ones im sure, for example I’ve heard good things about the Morpho (?) series. Sending best wishes to Wisconsin 🫡 I’d love to go there someday

Thanks a lot! I love it when I manage to convince people to enjoy the things I like. Besides, liking Depeche Mode and Sisters of Mercy is just called having a good taste 💯. Btw you have some really nice drawings on your blog! Your shading is 👌 keep it up! And good luck with learning Polish, I’ve heard it’s not the easiest 😅

Si, hablo un poquito 🤏 but I really should get back to learning

Yeah it’s Procreate, there should be a link to the place I downloaded brushes from in my pinned post, I hope it still works.

Also, you want to draw better than me Sergeant 🫡🫡

Now I have🫡 Witold from Warsaw, 1st Mechanised Division hell yeah🫡🫡

Ohh good question:

Of course Depeche Mode: “Speak to me” (more of a Ghost related song but where there’s Ghost there’s Soap)

Also Depeche Mode “Ghosts again”

For some reason Love and Rockets “so alive” (could work if you adjust lyrics a bit)

Also “all we ever wanted was everything” by Bauhaus (idk why)

Me before drawing that: gotta find some Scottish rapper, idk any

Me after: Shogun my man, I hope you made it 🙏🔥

You also need “Bóbr kurwa! Jakie wielkie bydle!!” And that’s pretty much it 🫡

Australia?? My reach continues to surprise me

Say hi to your cattle from me

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Is yugo a proshipper/neutral? Genuine question because they’ve done some… questionable things in the past (shipping frans, using slurs they can’t claim in a comic (the f slur).

I mean I came across a post that said they were pretty chill with someone shipping epic with freaking Xgaster in march of this year and I was like??????? (Dude?? 1. That guy is an alternate version of your abusive father. 2. He’s basically Cross’s father (y’know your canonical best friend?)  who also abused by him. like what????)

(here the link btw https://www.tumblr.com/yugogeer012/745992208927293440/im-very-interested-in-how-yugo-reacts-to-the-fact?source=share )

And I find it weird that they seem to chill about that, but if you try and bring up epic in any way possible they lose it since they have unbridled hatred towards him and his fans. (bonus points when someone talks about shipping epic and cross, heck shipping epic with anyone male tends to make them annoyed, despite some early art depicting epic FLIRTING WITH METTATON) 

(also here the link: https://www.tumblr.com/sanicpluushy/761634810556039168/can-we-see-epicsans-flirtin-i-do-imagine?source=share ,

and my thoughts : https://www.tumblr.com/talonsirgo/761779011986800640/this-is-even-funnier-when-you-scroll-down-to?source=share)

I'm pretty sure they wiped Epic and his papyrus out of the comic just so they wouldn't have to deal with them anymore.

At this point i've already blocked them for their hostility towards all things epic/epic being gay/shipping him with xgaster and the whole frans stuff. I mean dude, even comyet is grossed out by anyone trying to ship ink with a gaster or his fathers (who are gasters and aren't even related by blood. Not that it matter tho, it's stil gross).

Come on yugo. You're better than this

(oooh btw did you se my where i @ you?? I found some pretty interesting analysis on cross thats been agreed upon by jakie herself, unfortunately it was done by the creator of dreamswap eugh.)

I don’t know if they are or not, because shipping Frans (or used to) and using f slurs while they actively seem to really really hate any gay ships but is very okay with lesbian ships seems a little strange. Potentially fetishizing perhaps, although maybe they’re just annoyed if they were constantly bombarded with sans x sans questions and stuff.

I don’t know Yugo, haven’t finished reading any of the Epictale content and i haven’t scrolled all through the blog, so I can’t say for sure. Maybe someone with more knowledge on this can chime in.

Although, after reading one of the links you sent me, i think you might’ve misread something.

The asker and yugo didn’t say they shipped Epic x XGaster or were okay with that, they say were okay with Epic Gaster x XGaster. No alternative sons being shipped with alternative fathers, although DILFs (im using this word just because they are both fathers not because i personally want to fuck them 💀) who are the same person are being shipped and yugo at least doesn’t mind or doesn’t care.

I don’t know what their issue is with their own characters and people liking them, but I think yugo probably needs to set some boundaries with fans if they haven’t already.

rather than getting annoyed when people inevitably ship best friends and one of them is their character who they make flirt with men, perhaps they should just ask people to not send them questions about sans x sans ships, or crepic if it really makes them that uncomfortable. and if anyone does, just delete the asks or comments or reblogs.

getting annoyed when people bring up or ask about the characters you made seems pretty strange to me, it’s just a sign that people really like your character enough to be obsessed with them, but i can understand if they got annoyed if epic was all anyone focused on and not any of the other characters. but in that case, they should probably just delete anything they get about epic (from fans) they don’t want to see or answer.

but to allow your emotions and fans like of your character to cause you to change a story, or erase or get rid of the character, just to spite the fans/character or just so you don’t have to deal with them seems very odd to me. perhaps yugo needs to take a step back from the Epictale “fanbase” and stop engaging with it.

they can’t control what fans do with their work and characters as soon as it leaves their own eyesight, and they’d be better off not stressing over it. and fans should respect them, and stop bringing fandom stuff to them like ships or asking their opinions on ships—no one needs a creator’s opinion on a ship.

epic is a different thing, since he’s literally a character in the story, and a sans at that—which of course means people will bring him up and ask about him. if they don’t want to answer anything about epic, they should make that very clear and then don’t answer. Not answer just to give annoyed, passive aggressive replies. I think it’s sad when creators allow a fanbase to taint and affect their feelings about their work.

{ @talonsirgo }

[volt314]

Ive been thinking about this 12th Doctor/Donna plot bunny for 2h and idk if ill ever manage to write it but it deserves to be out here.

(Feel free to play with this!)

So

The Doctor never got involved with Donna, Martha kept traveling with him something something life as usual.

12th ends up teaching but only because he is r e t i r e d. He ends up being Bill’s teacher and she kinda makes him want to travel again. Experience the wonder all over again. It’s all soft and mentor-y.

‘Til Bill’s mom(wait for it) barges in and slaps him a la Jakie Tyler are-u-messing-with-my-baby-girl???

Turns out Bill’s mom is single mother Donna Noble that has been protecting her child from barmy aliens since her husband almost gave both away as spider food (long backstory here. Im not sure about the details. Let’s just say the Atron particles stuff acted like the metacrisis energy for Donna’s Rose).

Donna, in classic Donna’s fashion, decides by herself - since there is nothing weird or inappropriate going on here *side eye* - that she will join them for a couple of trips, just to make sure it is safe~

She and the Doctor start bickering epically (but the Doctor doesn’t actually protest too much at the deal, he plays the hearth-less scottish but he understands a parent concern and knows he cant promise everything will always be okay).

(Bill is epically embarrassed by her mom but she is also quite excited to show her the universe as they always imagined with Wilf)

It essentially becomes a rom com. The Doctor gets slapped, Donna and Bill gets to see alien planets and burn slaves farms, all cozy.

The Doctor tries to play it cool but his “one last trip!” gets weak and just another ploy to bicker w Donna (that he secretly and sometimes not so secretly finds oh so brilliant).

Then Bill gets severely hurt, the Doctor and Donna fight like never before and the med scan shows Bill’s biology as someway very close to a Time Lord.

The Doctor has never been so scared.

The thing is. Every time Bill’s dad topic comes out, Donna just says he was a scoundrel and a one-night-stand that left her pregnant and disappeared without trace.

The Doctor has the daunting thought that maybe- perhaps- for some weird future shenanigans- he could be the scoundrel disappearing baby daddy - he isnt just yet.

Because the truth is that he thought about Donna…

He panics for a bit and inadvertently gets Donna to forgive him(they fought, remember?) by sheer exasperation and weird behavior.

The Doctor and soon Nardole try to gain more info about Bill’s dad, with little success but you know- funny shenanigans and great fights and banter and Donna slapping the Doctor for trying to blip her and Bill eating popcorns w Nardole, doing her space homework and flirting w space girls.

The Doctor almost calms down about all the life changing news, loves to help Bill be the best version of herself(even if it scares him to death thinking about… everything), secretly loves that he has been adopted/accepted by this mad incredible brilliant family even if he rumbles and is all scottish about it. (Not with Wilf tho. He loves Wilf so much)

And when Donna gets hurt he loses his cool, almost burns down an entire race, get Bill to safety and sits trembling by Donna’s bedside for ages. He is blindsided when the med scan reads Donna as something somewhat kinda Time Lord dna too.

He is very collected(and unpleasantly cold) when he asks Donna about her medical history.

Donna feels vulnerable, in pain and hurt by 12th unexpected coldness. She answers anyway, fear that chokes her but bravely trusting the Doctor with her and Bill’s secret.

She tells him about Lance, about the 6 months of being secretly poisoned, used, about the failed wedding, about the man and the queen’s cruelty that in the end brought their own downfall. About the traumatizing experience made more terrifying by the knowledge that a little life was growing inside her.

She is quietly sobbing by the end and 12th just hugs her tightly. “I thought you didn’t do hugs” “this is not a hug” but he is hiding his face too. And his broken heart.

Bill catches them cuddling some time later and teases them endlessly.

Nardole is quite disappointed that Bill isnt the Doctor’s daughter, the Doctor realizes he is too.

He also realizes he loved the idea of having a family with Donna, even a weird not time-line-ar family. And that he is really sad he doesn’t actually belongs. And also- that he quite wants to belong.

It returns to be a rom com, Bill Nardole and Wilf all conspiring to get Donna and the Doctor together and both being too stubborn to make a move.

They get there in the end, or maybe they just keep bickering and fighting discovering new worlds and stealing kisses and cuddling only when lights are low and voices are slow and they can pretend they arent falling just yet.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (24.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, mentions of character's death

A/N: This is an interlude chapter.

Indecent Proposal (24)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Now, the mansion…

“You promised to make things up to me,” you pout and give Steve the stinky eye. “Talk is cheap. I want your cocks.”

You wanted to go down and dirty, but Steve and Bucky wished to talk to you first. Now you’re sitting in the armchair at the library, Alpine in your lap, looking like a villain in a movie while patting the cat.

“You will have to make a lot up to me and Alpine,” you hold Bucky’s gaze. “You worried the poor cat. I had to brush their fur and give them a new necklace to calm the Alpine.”

Steve grins at your serious expression. “Doll, we are sorry about worrying you. And I will give you everything you want tomorrow. For tonight, we need to talk about a few things. We promised you to tell you everything.”

“We want nothing more than to ruin you all over again,” Bucky smirks when you start to squirm in your seat. “Steve is right, though. We need to talk about a few things, and after, we need a rest. It was a fucking long week.”

“You’re not hurt, right?” You look Bucky up and down before turning your head toward Steve. “Right? Everyone came home safely. All of your men too.”

“No one got hurt, doll,” Bucky assures you. “Our men know how to handle any situation. Jake localized Brock’s hideout, and we stormed the house. Not a big deal.”

You listen closely, hoping Bucky is telling you the truth. He gives you a soft smile and runs his hand over your head, but you won’t let him distract you this time.

“Is that the truth? We didn’t lose anyone. They are all safe,” you press on. “You won’t lie to me.”

“We swear, no one got hurt but the bastard trying to hurt you and our babies,” Steve softly says. He cups your face to press a kiss on your forehead. “They are having food at the moment. M’Baku was hungry.”

You giggle. M’Baku seems to be always hungry. Ever so often, you made a sandwich for the tall guy too when you sneaked into the kitchen for your nightly cravings.

He’s a giant, but a friendly one. M’Baku told you about his family and the woman he wants to marry. For a member of the mafia, he’s pretty nice.

You sigh, relieved. No one got hurt, everyone came back alive. The danger is over. – For now. You never know. In your husband's line of business, you’ll never not be in danger. They have enemies lurking in the dark, waiting for their chance to get back at Steve and Bucky.

“I want to know it all,” you say. “No more secrets, Steve, Bucky. Please fill me in. I need to know.”

“We killed Rumlow and disposed of his body,” Bucky hastily says. He hopes you do not hate him for killing another man in your name. “He died faster than he deserved.”

“He won’t cause trouble ever again,” Steve clears his throat. He can see the worry in your eyes and tries to assure you no one will ever find out Bucky killed Brock. “Natasha helped cover his death. We made it look like he left town because Natasha found out that he was a corrupt cop. Jake was a big help. Remind me to never mess with Jake Jensen.”

“Jakie is a sweetheart,” you coo. “He distracted me with zombies and explained to me how he hacks into a system.”

“Zombies?” Bucky grunts. “He showed you zombies. Is that a code word for his dick?” He cocks a brow. “Doll, answer me.”

“No, dummy,” you giggle and snort. “He designed a video game. There are zombies, and guns…and stuff. It’s pretty cool. Jake is a smart guy. You should pay him more.”

Steve laughs at his husband’s pissed expression. He can’t bear sharing your attention with someone else but Steve. Bucky hums and plans on having a serious conversation with Jake in the morning.

“Don’t put, Bucky baby,” you hold out your hand for Bucky. “You know I already got my hands full with you and Stevie. I cannot handle another man. Jake is only a nice guy helping not to worry about you.”

“Fine,” Bucky still pouts, but promises you to not hurt Jake.

“How about we forget about Brock and everything else for tonight and,” you smirk at Steve, “in the morning, you can make things up to me…”

Part 25

Tags in reblog.

[chonnysinferno]

to clarify its not that consuming bugs is fun for me i eat three foods its using controversial/jaki (gross) metaphors means that i have to be like "ou i mention this thing". whatever

also you've probably seen the most cause tallyhoot

yea found the post i mwan i wasnt assuming you enjoy eating bugs you can write stuff and not enjoy it urself

also to the other posts YES i will get t o them when i have time + you requested it at like. 4 am in the morning (i am snoozing my ass off) which means i could not reqpond to any of them and i do not promise that i wont forget about these requests so some of them will stay unanswered & ill probably do the bfdi requests first because object show characters are easier for me to do since they are objects & i dont have a concrete soul design on me so ill have to make something ont he fly for the soul saying something weird and heart looking extremely comfortable ask. this is not me being mad im just addressoing everything in one ask because i cant really answer the requests rn because i havent finished making them (or startedfor that matter) but i do have something today that will take up most of theday (i think (they came home at like 10 pm yezsterday so im betting theyll do the same today)) and so i wont be at home to access my tablet and so i wont be able to dothe requests i will try to get to them when i can. alright

also yes i do like bfdi aolso the last part of that ask is very nice. they included the host in their nicknames ,,..,,. if this answer comes off as mad its probably because i am mad. but not atyou im just madfrom yesterday and i need to kill someone. also i have a tendency to overexplain things okay bye

[revolutionsoftheheart]

elizabeth/henry + 19!

19. Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer

Thanks for sending a prompt! I was super excited to receive something for Elizabeth and Henry. (I’m sure this isn’t what you had in mind though…)

Warning: Angst ahead.

They’ve argued over this particular topic countless times – have disagreed since Henry first brought it up and, even on that end, they can’t agree. He insists she’s the one who started the conversation that first time. (She’s since forgotten how it started.)

The disagreement is far from a first for their relationship. Though scary and hurtful at times, challenging each other is one of the many ways they’ve kept the flame alive all these years. They knew the last time the subject was brought up that it wouldn’t be the last they heard of it – though this time, it very well may be – and even now, as she lays barely moving in this uncomfortable bed, wearing a teal gown that does very little to help her complexion, Henry insists on contradicting her.

Elizabeth wishes he’d stop fighting it. She had. She’d come to accept that every day could be her last – their last – even though she was stubborn enough to last a month longer than the doctors predicted.

“Don’t give me that look,” comes the gruff voice on her left, as Henry pushes himself up from the chair he’d occupied all morning, groaning when his joints crack in protest. She hopes he didn’t spend all night sleeping in that awful position; they’re not 50 anymore. He can’t just sleep anywhere he wants. (She knows he did.)

She plays along, offering a weak, “What look?”

He stands by her side, palms coming to rest on arm. His hands are warm, just like she remembers. “That ‘I think today’s the day’ look.” His gaze finds hers, eyes filled with equal measures of reassurance and worry. “I told you – you’re not leaving this world before me.”

Elizabeth chuckles at his insistence – every day, the same obstinate refusal to see her go first – but even the short laugh is enough to send a new wave of pain down her chest. She coughs, violently, and it hurts everywhere. Her eyes shut; her teeth clench. His right hand cups her nape, supporting her head, while the thumb of his left brushes comforting circles on the skin of her arm.

It’s a few scary minutes in which she knows he’s holding his breath before the coughing subsides, but it does. He wipes the sweat off her brows, his touch gentle and caring. When she feels strong enough, she whispers, “I think you’ll lose this one,” and for the first time, he doesn’t rebut her.

That alone tells Elizabeth more than she needs to know about her current state.

Henry kisses her forehead, then her nose, her cheek. “I’ll make sure you stay with us until the kids arrive,” he says, and she nods, before he pecks her lips one last time.

There’s no need to argue over that.

(Feel free to send more kissing prompts.)

[undead-gearhead]

Spoiler! :D ♥

All James saw was misty woods, grey and bleak as the sun had started to set. He couldn’t even see the orange property line markers that showed where the Givens’ property ended and the wild woods started. He was lost.

[nananarc]

Tag People You Want to Get To Know Better!

Tagged by @breadboyayay . I love industrial too! Will check out those!

Favorite Color: Black and Hot Pink, and also Purple, and also any pastel colors, and also any neon colors.

Currently Reading: Metamorphosis and I'm trying really hard to get through it, not because it's hard to read but because my brain doesn't like reading text most of the time.

Last Song:

Last Movie: Raya and the Last Dragon. And i was vocal on here about how much I hate it lel. Well to be fair I watched because I know I would hate it.

Last Series: Ted Lasso. And I was vocal on here about how much I love it and I cry about it a lot.

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: Spicy. My hot tolerance level isn't as it used to be, but I still like spicy stuff.

Craving: something crunchy and deep fry. maybe bánh tôm (shrimp chips?)

Tea or Coffee: I like both because I'm Vietnamese lel. Tho I get jittery very easily to coffee so I don't drink much. For tea, I only like Vietnamese, Chinese, Taiwanese teas. I detest all English teas, thank you very much.

Currently Working On: ... I'm an artist I have about a thousand wips always on standby lmao. But ig if I have to answer, it'll be stying basic vector animation for a com.

Tagging: @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @darjeelinh @alienturnip @cobaltsunflower @merge-conflict @quaddmgd @milkspilled @theviridianbunny @roofgeese

[meursaulty]

studying under each of the arcanum scholars is like... [hcs]

sometimes i forget that the arcanum is wizard college lol

the game just gives you ione as an advisor/mentor figure by default, and don't get me wrong, i love her, but i feel bad about ignoring the others. SO... please accept my humble offering of hcs (longish post):

qyburn stellargaze

i'm sorry but he seems like the type of guy to give you stuff like this

you ask him what he wants from you by the end of the week and he gives you 4 different, contradictory answers

but honestly he doesn't care as long as you have something at the end of the week

is one of those professors that cancels class bc they don't want to teach that day

he's disorganized, but it's really because he just has so many projects going on at once, even with your help. he does still want you to actually learn though... he can go on for days answering almost any question you have about astral magic and celestian history/culture if you're just straightforward about it

baba yaga

also a little disorganized, but more on the side of chaotic than forgetful

often contacts you 5 mins before your arranged meeting time telling you to meet her in some other world so she can show you a spell

*gives 50 assignments* *complains about having to grade them all* *proceeds to drop half of them because she doesn't think they're useful anymore*

would give your grade a phat curve at the end just for funsies 🤪

if your wizard is from earth, she would love to hear what children's/folk tales you remember

has made mellori guest lecture at least once (even though it's all stuff you already know, having graduated from ravenwood)

her classes aren’t necessarily difficult, just verrryyy confusing at times. somehow, you still make it out just fine and manage to have a good time?? cyrus drake could NEVER

ignus ferric

lets you work the forge of legends for extra credit but still makes you buy the recipes full price (reagents are pricey and he's gotta fuel his own work somehow)

most of your work with him is helping him develop new spells

likes to go around the arcanum with you to check on the other scholars in the name of ~interdisciplinary study~ ... really more of a social call but whatever

sometimes gives you tasks that are very sketchy in terms of safety. no he hasn't tested them himself. but he'll do them with you!! pyromancers burn bright when they work together!

he's generally one of the more lighthearted scholars, but he'll take it down a notch and be real with you should the situation call for it. pep talks, the cold hard truth, whatever you want...

ione virga

she's intense as a mentor - she likes original work so a lot the time you spend under her is exploring uncharted territory in the field of divination

a harsh grader... you're gonna have to sell your soul for an a

but she isn't tough without reason! she just has high standards, a reputation to uphold, and she wants you to do your very best

growth mindset girlie -- really, she isn't out to get you. she wants you to learn from your mistakes. resilience and problem solving are as important as the magic when it comes to her teaching

she lets up a little by the end of your term, because she knows she isn't easy on you

says she doesn't take late work but she actually does as long as she hasn't gotten around to grading yet anyway (just don't tell anyone or she'll change the policy)

jaki whisperwind

as long as you leave her tutelage having learned something, she's happy

will draw you multicolored diagrams, give demonstration upon demonstration, and explain theories and concepts in 759487 different ways if it means getting you to understand

aesthetically, she's like one of those Pinterest Teachers, but in practice she's actually bearable -- positive, but not in a toxic way

she doesn't believe in grades lol. she will literally give you an a for effort

but she's big on mutual respect. you have to fulfill your duties as a student just as she fulfills hers as a teacher. you can't just do the bare minimum and expect to pass (because you won't)

gives bonus points if you bring her a souvenir from unicorn way

qismah shasa

qismah has the most traditional style of teaching

she of course still has the arcanum flair for making you go out on your own and get practical experience, but solo adventures would be bookended by preliminary research and formal written reports/presentations

^ which you already kinda do in canon at the end of worlds

she makes you edit and revise your reports a million times before your final submission, which is annoying but actually quite helpful for your future work

keeps copies of your best work on the shelves in her office

she comes off pretty serious and focused, but if you're both free, she'll gladly welcome you into her office and tell you stories about mirage or the history of her various decorations/trinkets

tarrak hadfield

proud supporter of hands on experience - whether that's sending you out to face some creature or just sparring with him in a practice room

likes exploring the extremes - how much damage can you do (offensive) and how little can you take (defensive)?

you don't have to do much written work for him. what he really wants to see is improvement in how you perform magic, so most of your grade comes from the aforementioned hands on experience

he doesn't feed you answers. he wants you to assess your own strengths/weaknesses before he tells you them to make sure you're thinking critically about what you're doing. basically, you dictate what would otherwise be your written work

sets aside days to spend outside doing a non-magic/non-combat activity like climbing to keep some variety

velma von venkman [credit to @wizzycore for this dynamic]

velma barely has any pull at the arcanum (src) so you can bet that if you were studying under her, you'd be doing the grunt work with her... she would probably still be trying for her tenure while having you as a student

this means following her around to some pretty nasty places and defeating various creatures/collecting shadow essence to study instead of just reading about said creatures

can't rely on existing research if you are the research

working with her would feel more like a group project at times - she gives you a lot of control over how to go about things

despite how she's mentoring you, she's still fairly new to the arcanum and would be very understanding if you needed an extension/day off ("sorry, velma. can't get my draft in today, new world-ending threat just came in" / "yeah that's cool just forward it to me when you can")

zander

he's one of those flipped classroom people, where you teach yourself most of the material and spend the time you have with him reinforcing it

because do you really want to sit through a telepathically delivered lecture...

a lot of the time he just tells you to go off and do something new/fun/comfortable before reporting back

but there is a point to it ^ he wants you to see firsthand how your own experiences play into the quality of your magic (e.g. what makes a spell really effective? what inner intention, linked to what feeling? then, how do you channel that intention in the future?)

he's more knowledgeable on the theories of theurgy than the combat skills that the savior of the spiral would need, so he teaches you attack spells, but sends you to practice them with another scholar or initiate

one of his class requirements is just sitting with him in his office and joining his meditation. it's actually very nice

[snothing]

Request: Drabble in which Jake looks through some old stuff and finds a rather odd yet captivating item: a red tunic with a green scaly leotard, a black-yellow on its right side, a black domino mask, green gloves and finally green pixie boots. he decides to try the suit on

I want to apologize for how long this took! I’ve been so busy with school, and I made this way longer and convoluted than necessary. It’s definitely not a drabble anymore, and I added a lot of sibling banter, lol, I can’t resist. This was so much fun to make, I had so many ideas. Thank you so much for being patient, and I hope you enjoy! 

I decided to deviate from my universe, while keeping some old things. Mar’i and Jake are still twins, and Mar’i can turn invisible.

"Go away, Jaki! This is my hiding spot!" Mar'i whispered-hissed at her brother. She glared at him through a jungle of coats and umbrellas in the armoire, her mouth in a tight frown.

"Oh, come on, Mar'i!" Jake cried. With a flair for the dramatic, he threw his hands up in the air. Of course, his annoying sister would take his favorite, top-secret hiding spot!

"Shhh!" she snapped, finger to her lips. Pink eyes flashed brightly at him. "Would you be quiet? Do you want Dad to find us?"

He pursed his lips and looked down the hall. Pretty soon, his dad would be done counting and be searching for them. Still, a great wrong had been committed in the eyes of Jake. "You took my hiding spot! Get out!" he seethed, just a decibel lower.

"Nuh-uh, it's not your hiding spot!" Mar'i shot back. "You don't own it!"

Jake smirked cockily and pointed a finger past her. "Uh, yeah, Mar'i, I do." 

A deep, unamused frown settled on Mar'i's face as she noticed— in bright cerulean blue crayon— the word "Jake" hastily scribbled on the panel. "That means nothing! You don't own everything you put your name on."

He silently raged. "How am I not surprised a heathen like you-"

"-Heathen?! I watched you squirt an entire can of Easy Cheese in your mouth!"

"That was a long time ago. I’m a different man now."

"It was last week!"

"As I said, a long time ago," he retorted drolly. "Anyway, as I was saying— only heathens don't respect the sacred rules of hide-and-seek!"

"You're so ridiculous," she sighed, exhausted. "You act like I broke the law."

"Well, you might as well have. I'm hurt, Mar'i, really I am. I never thought you'd betray me like this. My own flesh and blood— my wombmate--"

"Ew, don't call me that!"

He clasped his hands together. "I think the only way to solve this and mend our broken relationship is for you to leave and find a new hiding spot."

Mar'i stared blankly at him. Jake was her favorite person in the entire universe, but there were times where she wanted to slap him. "I'm not leaving, Jaki."

"By the love of X'hal, you can turn invisible!" he argued.

"So? Dad's using heat-sensing goggles this time."

"Mar'i!"

"Hey, babe," their father's voice filtered in from downstairs. They stilled, eyes wide and locked on each other. 

"Hello, my love. Are you looking for something?" they heard their mother ask him. 

"Oh you know, just for two half-human, half-alien eight-year-olds? Have you seen them? They're like yay-high, black hair with orange skin? Got glowing green eyes?"

"Oh," Kory chuckled. "I think I know the two. Say, are they dangerous?"

"Very. The little rascals will eat all your cereal and blame it on an innocent larva."

"My, they sound like quite the dastardly duo," she mused. "I believe I saw them go upstairs. Please, proceed with caution."

Dick let out a laugh. "Don't worry, babe. I think I'm well-equipped to handle them; Batman raised me after all."

Mar'i snapped back her attention to Jake, panicked. "Go away, Jaki!" she nearly growled. 

"But-" he tried to argue, but her hand shot out and closed the armoire door, effectively ending their discussion. 

Frantic, Jake looked around for a new hiding spot. Under his bed? No, there was a monster. Behind the house plants? Nope, too obvious. In the air vent? Nah, he'd get stuck again. Finally, his eyes found the inconspicuous attic door. 

He was like 90% sure it was haunted. Uncle Jay showed him and Mar'i a horror movie once, and he learned that attics were prime real estate for ghosts and couldn't be trusted. 

But...

It would probably be a great hiding spot. His dad wouldn't expect it. 

The creaking of the stairs interrupted his thoughts and effectively ended his inner turmoil. He dashed to the attic door and braved the darkroom. 

"Oh wow," he said, looking around. The room was cramped, littered with boxes and other knickknacks. Moonlight filtered in through the port window. "Okay, ghosts, listen. I don't mean to trespass or anything. I just need a place to hide from my dad, alright? So no possessing me, okay? I'll only be here for a couple of minutes."

Slowly, he made his way through the clutter, hoping to find a nice nook to squeeze in. A thick layer of dust coated everything in the room, and it was not long before he started hacking. It was then that his left foot hit a meddlesome snag in the carpet, causing him to plummet down on a pile of boxes. 

He let out a rather undignified squeak when his knee slammed into the ground. A flurry of Tamaranean curse words left his mouth; thank heavens, his mom was not around to hear him. "Stupid ghosts!" Jake spat. The crash was loud. His dad knew where he was now. "And stupid Mar'i for making me hide in this stupid, haunted attic!"

He went to glare at the confounding boxes, but he halted when he saw something interesting. His ire vanished, his head cocked slightly. He pulled himself up from the ground and went to analyze the contents of the fallen box closer, his hand alit with a low-energy starbolt.

Inside the unsuspecting box was a brightly colored uniform. Jake's eyes widened the size of saucers. Could this be? There was no way. But sure enough, he found the iconic scaly leotard and black domino mask. Yep, this was his father's old Robin uniform. 

He stared at the red tunic with the utmost reverence; his thumb traced the R. Jake was so absorbed in the costume he failed to notice his sister hovering over him. 

"Whatcha got there, Jaki?" she asked curiously, face inches from his.

He let out a squeal and jumped several feet in the air. He snarled, eyes ablaze in a blue fury. "Mar'i! Don't do that!"

She snickered, an eyebrow raised. "It's not my fault you're not observant."

"I was in stealth mode," he said defensively. He crossed his arms. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be hiding in my hiding spot?"

She shrugged. "Dad found me pretty quick, so I decided to come to bother you."

Jake was surprised. "Wait, do you mean he didn't hear me fall?"

"Nah, I told him you were being a cheater and hiding outside. Thankfully, you decided to be a klutz after he left," she informed him. She frowned when she noticed the betrayed look on his face. "What? I thought you'd be happy I saved you!"

"I think it's funny you pick and choose when to be a loyal sister."

She smiled. "Gotta keep you on your toes, Jaki. Now, what's that?"

Jake followed her pointed look at the costume. He showed her excitedly. "I think it's Dad's old Robin costume!"

Green eyes rounded. "What? No way!"

"Yes, way!" he dazzled. "Look at the insignia!"

"Whoa," she breathed. She fingered the black-yellow cape gingerly. Her head snapped up. "Come on, put it on!"

"W-what?" He gave her a bemused look. 

"I know you want to," she said wryly. She held up the tunic and pushed it towards her brother. "I bet you'd look just like dad."

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off. Honestly, he did not need much convincing. Jake had seen pictures of his dad in his early crimefighting days, but a thought stopped him. "I don't know, Mar'i..."

"Why not?"

"Well, Damian's Robin."

"And?"

"And I don't want to-- I don't know. I guess I don't want to send the wrong message," Jake answered. He sighed somberly. "Besides, it's not like I could ever be Robin anyway. I'm weird."

"What the heck?" Mar'i spluttered. "You think you can't be Robin because you have powers?"

"Robins don't have powers, Mar'i," he said, dejected. "They don't fly or shoot starbolts."

She snorted. She scooted closer to her twin, looking at him intently. "And? Anyone with a brave heart can be Robin, and as I can see, you have one."

"But-"

"No buts, Jaki," she cut him off. Mar'i was not going to allow her brother to put himself down. "I like you just the way you are. I think shooting starbolts and flying is super neat!"

"You're biased," he chuckled. Mar'i's words instantly made him feel better, though. 

Her mouth blossomed into a silly grin. "Well, yeah, duh. I know if I'm awesome, you have to be. Now, put it on!"

"Okay, but turn around. I need privacy!"

"Yay!" she piped before spinning around. Her arms and legs tingled with excitement.  

"Okay, I think I'm ready now," he told her, a bit apprehensive.

Mar'i whipped around, nearly knocking Jake down in the process. She almost burst out in awe when she saw him there, proudly donning their father's uniform. "Wow, Jaki! It looks so good on you!"

He flushed. His eyes, now concealed by a domino mask, peeked down at his body. It had been a bit awkward in some places; Jake did not care for his legs being so exposed, but otherwise, it fit like a glove. "Really?" he asked, swooshing his cape back and forth.

Her head bobbed up and down. "You look just like Dad when he was young!"

"What do you mean by that, Mar'i? I'm still young!" 

Jake and Mar'i were startled by the voice. They spun around in the direction of the attic door and spotted their dad: the first-ever Boy Wonder and best pancake-maker-this-side-of-the-galaxy-- Dick Grayson. 

"Dad!" the siblings exclaimed in perfect unison. 

Dick chuckled. "And what are you two glowsticks doing in the attic? I thought we were playing hide and-"

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Jake. His eyes widened as they absorbed, his mouth agape.

Jake panicked, and shame surged through him. "I'm sorry, Dad!" he said hastily. "I-I was just hiding upstairs a-and I fell a-and I found your old costume!"

"Jake-"

"A-and I knew I shouldn't have, b-but Mar'i said I should-"

Jake paused when he felt his father's hand on his shoulders. He looked up and met his father's loving gaze. "Jake, calm down," Dick comforted. "It's okay."

Jake swallowed. "You're not mad?"

"No, of course not, son," he responded, genuine. 

"Doesn't he look cool, Dad?" Mar'i piped up, a goofy grin on her face. 

Dick smiled tenderly and moved his hand to caress Jake's face. He could not have predicted what seeing his son wear his old Robin uniform would do to him. His heart soared with love and pride. 

"Yes, Mar'i, he looks pretty cool," he agreed. 

Jake beamed and matched his sister's goofy grin. He thought his dad would be mad at him, but thankfully, he was the furthest from mad. 

"But don't think this means you can go out crimefighting," Dick added quickly.

"Aww, Dad!" Jake whined.

Dick wagged his finger at him. "Don't 'aww, Dad' me! You may have the look, but you're not old enough."

Jake pouted. "I'm not a baby anymore, Dad!"

"Aww, but you're still my baby.” He gave Jake a quick kiss to the temple. “Now, come on, you two. Mom made dinner, and I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees you."

"Did she burn the food again?" Mar'i grimaced. She loved her mother dearly, but she was not the most adept in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I don't know if I can eat burnt lasagna again, Dad."

"Now, now, glowsticks. Mom spent all day working on this meal!" Dick assured them. He escorted them out of the attic. "It's a dish from Tamaran. I'm sure it'll be wonderful."

Mar'i whispered to her brother, "I like when Mom cooks. We always get McDonald's afterward."

"Or food poisoning."

[zwiezraczek]

6 + 1 Underground [Four x OC/reader] Chapter 4

SUMMARY: Sasha is a Polish girl, with a strange past. She has various skills, driving amongst others. So she becomes Eight. And you know that Four plus Four is Eight…

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4: Eight is a Troublemaker CHAPTER 5

Sasha learns that Easterners are troublemakers by nature.

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“A mini mission” as Four called it himself. Sasha looked at the blond man again as he casually snapped that in the middle of the meeting; nobody seemed to pick up on this, nobody was surprised. Sasha had to roll with it. She could feel Two's excitement as One explained that the next mission was held in Paris in order to gather some information, and as a French woman she couldn't hide her joy to be back in her motherland. And Paris, the city of love and pigeons as Two said herself, was an amazing city to visit when you had some time – before the mission obviously, because they had to work on everything once there.

This sounded dangerous and exciting, everything Sasha needed to make this work. She had waited for this for too long and now, only now, One was fulfilling his promise. The only thing she had to do? Drive. Drive around Paris as fast as she could, the best she could, not letting police get them. She could do that, she was Kubica for a reason. She didn't need to know what the real purpose of the mission was, One would explain later what these information were for, she only needed to know Paris in a short amount of time to be able to nail everything. And she would do it right.

One left her with Four, as the others had to prepare their own roles during the mission, Three and Two had to be sure about the passports and all the legal stuff while watching out for the men they were about to meet, One was still gathering proofs against the man he had to meet and how to get the information out of him and quickly all of this with Five's help as she looked into his family's health problems. The only reason Eight and Four were paired up was for the purpose of being effective while there, not allowing themselves an off-guard moment for the team's safety. And Four knew how important it was, and how it worked for them in Florence, just before losing Six. Something was off, and he could sense it, Six's presence still echoing in his mind as he prepared for the next mission. Because he could never get rid of Six in his own mind, Seven told him to not to because trying to forget it hurts much more than accepting, but Four's wounds were still fresh and as much as he wanted, he could not think about Six when he discussed with Eight about the plan.

“You're listening,” she asked him, tapping on a spot on the map in front of them as he only hummed. “So, if you stay on top of the Arc de Triomphe thing, you'll be able to tell me where the cops are coming from and which exit will be the best.”

“But I won't be able to climb up and down from there,” he answered, looking at her from under his hoodie.

“So you'll use stairs? Like normal people?”

“Shut up, no stairs for me,” he said, crossing his arms on his chest.

“But you'll have no other choice, you heard Two, you won't be able to jump from the middle of the Arc to another building,” her exasperation could be heard in her voice as she looked up at Two.

“I was on the top of the Duomo, I'll jump down from there too,” he stated, looking at the map now and watching the names of the streets.

“You're unbelievable, jaki glupek,” she whispered, hoping he wouldn't understand that she told he was a huge moron.

“We said no more using our mother tongues,” he said, frustrated because he couldn't understand Polish properly, for the moment. He sounded like a whining child.

“Do I look like I care?”

“Definitely should.”

“Okay, okay,” she finally agreed, putting her hands up in surrender. “So, I leave that to you for your location I just want you to be able to tell me where I can go or not, I'll mostly need a view on the Champs.”

“This whole Arc de Don't Care is a nightmare for a parkour expert!” he complained, putting his hand on the Place de l'Etoile. This location was definitely a nightmare, too wide, too open, Paris' architecture was too wide to jump from a building to another, especially in the places Sasha wanted to drive.

“Another bright idea then,” she teased, as some of her blond her fell off from her ponytail.

“Quartier Latin,” he said with the best French accent he could, with a smile on his face.

“You're joking, I won't be able to do anything from there.”

“I'm not joking, perfect place,” he assured as he came closer to her, putting a finger on the Quartier Latin. “Three can stand with a car on the Place de l'Etoile and block the police, until you go down there and I'll work my things up there.”

“You just want to see Notre Dame, don't you,” she asked, a grin on her face as he rolled his eyes.

“Just, leave it to me, I'm the expert here Eight. Trust me.”

“I'll trust you,” she promised. “I hope you won't fail your promise.”

“Never.”

They stood there, in silence, looking at the map for a long moment, Sasha trying to memorize the streets she would drive in, just because she wanted the mission to go as smoothly as she imagined it in her head. Two told her that she would take her on a small visit of Paris before the mission, but she wanted to impress the whole crew, showing that she could be useful, even more than what the could think. Her pride wanted to prove to them her worth, to show them that her fragile silhouette was only a facade, protecting her inner Kubica from being discovered. She wanted to impress more than anything.

“Don't die,” the words escaped from Four's mouth as Sasha still looked at the map. She rose her head towards him, he meticulously avoided her gaze as if it would hurt. As if he was truly hurt.

“What,” she whispered back, not truly understanding.

“I said what I said,” he couldn't repeat those words, it hurt too much. “Last time I built up a plan like this, I... We lost our driver, Six. I just don't want this to happen again,” he said, looking into her eyes now with pain, some kind of despair. Everything Sasha didn't knew he could convey through his gaze.

“I'll be fine,” she reassured him. “I'm called Kubica for a reason, Four.”

“Watch out your hand then, we never know if the curse is on you too,” he slightly joked before looking back at the map. She truly hoped he was right.

Looking up to the sky, looking up to her mother, Eight sat in front of her trailer, as usual now, her bare legs sunbathing. February, and it was so hot in here, no snow but dust, no ice but dust, no trees but dust. Nothing but dust. Her mind still healing from leaving her friends behind, leaving Marta and Piotr who became another family to her and now, now she had to build everything from scratches. Everything went well for the moment, the Ghosts being welcoming and caring, mostly Five being her anchor for the past months and Four from time to time, when they exchanged about their countries, joked about the lack of white Christmas, even listened to traditional music sometimes – when Four decided it wasn't the time to listen to The Score.

As she thought about how her life was fucked up now, she felt some shade on her legs, a small chill, goosebumps. She opened one eye to see Four, standing in front of her, his hoodie on his head and his hands in the large pockets he has. He smiled at her, as she groaned.

“Don't you see I'm in the middle of something right here,” she asked him sarcastically, protecting her eyes from the sun as she looks up at him.

“You seem extremely busy,” he emphasized. “I absolutely shouldn't disturb you to take you to this Eastern shop or whatever,” he finally mumbled, turning back as Sasha's mouth went agape.

“Fuck,” she swore when she heard Polish, “there is a fucking Polish shop right here? In the middle of this fucking desert?” Her excitement and surprise could be heard in her tone, as her eyes began to shine slightly. Four looked back at her, with a grin.

“Planning taking you there because you asked me how I managed to survive in here without real food,” he explained.

“You're an angel Four!” she exclaimed before standing up. “Wait a minute, I'm taking my sunglasses and my wallet and to the shop we go!”

“Waiting here then.”

She clapped her hands in excitement as she went in her trailer, looking for the glasses Five gave her one day as she saw her struggling with the whole sun situation, because Sasha never wore sunglasses, never really needed these. But here, everything was different. And she needed sunglasses. Her wallet in her pocket now, Four and her got to the small car the Ghosts owned, making sure that nobody saw them going out – they would deal with responsibilities later, and how unprofessional it was to go out the base a day before the travel to Paris. This escapade was everything she needed, something new and fresh as she listened to their playlists, mostly fighting over knowing whose would play now to finally switch from one playlist to the other everytime one had enough. At some point, Sasha mentioned Valentines Day, as they already were in February, and listening to The Score, and how she would offer something to her mother on this special day. Four frowned, telling her that it was a really weird tradition, to witch Sasha's answer was putting on some Tulia on the radio as Four started to apologize – for fuck's sake no more of this music, it's not weird stop it!

Four told her to stop next to a few blocks, small houses in yellow pastel and few cars. She saw it “Eastern Market”. Heaven on Earth probably. And as they stepped into the shop, the man at the counter greeted Four with a wide smile, and even a small talk, which Sasha ignored in order to explore the place, almost drooling. She saw everything, she saw deliciousness and finesse, she saw everything she missed. From pierogi to ogorki kiszone. But mostly, she saw kabanosy, these small sticks of dried meat for which she craved for days eating pizza and fries. The food of Gods. A childish smile appeared on her face as she grabbed three packs of these, Four saw everything and couldn't stop himself from laughing. She showed him her middle finger, as a simple answer and disappeared between the stalls. Overwhelmed by pure joy, she walked around the shop, gathering sweets, snacks and all the unholy things she shouldn't tell Five she had. She wasn't able to know that Sasha's diet was spiraling out right now.

Her arms charged with her treasures, she arrived to the checkout, Four already standing there with a pack of beers. The man looked at her with a knowing look and a smile. He definitely knew.

“New in here,” he asked looking at her and then at Four.

“New colleague from Poland,” Four said looking at the man with a mocking smile, “she already misses home as you can see.” Sasha rolled her eyes, not wanting to explain everything to this unknown man at all and just to enjoy her food as soon as possible.

“Always difficult to move from your homeland, young lady,” the man confirmed, reassuring her as he put her groceries into a paper bag.

“True, especially when you know nobody.”

“But you have a friend here now,” the man told her as he pointed first at Four and then himself. “Easterners are one big family, especially in exile.”

“Holly words of truth,” Four completed happily as he put the pack of beers on the counter. “Take the beers too, I'm paying the things,” he pursued as Sasha shook her head in disagreement. “C'mon, don't do that to me, I just want to pay: no biggie!”

“... Fine,” she finally whispered, not wanting to put on a scene.

“You're lucky to have a friend like Iwan, young lady,” the man said winking at Sasha, and Sasha looked at Four, a bit dazzled, not understanding what had just happened and then, the man's question blew her mind: “and what's your name, young lady?”

“Malgorzata,” the name rolled on her tongue, her mother's name. She gathered all the remaining energy in her mind, every ounce of conviction into this: she became Malgorzata for a moment. “Yes, Iwan is really a great friend,” she then whispered, trying to process the information.

The man winked looking at Four as he just sighed and rolled his eyes before putting some money on the counter, Sasha thanked the man and they went out the shop. Her mind still blown by what happened in front of her, their names... Four would never be that stupid, right?

“Your name's Iwan,” she asked him, as he carried the groceries and the beer pack in his hands. He turned around to face her, sighing.

“If your name's Malgorzata then my name's Iwan,” he said, readjusting quickly what he was carrying. “Nice evasive reply by the way.”

“Had to find something that sounded as Polish as possible,” she said, putting her hands in her short's pockets.

“Nice. I mostly go by Iwan when I'm out here, but I have many other names: the perk of being dead,” he concluded with a warm tone until they reached the car and she opened the trunk for him. “You can have as many personalities as you wish. Just ask Three for help, he's our best creator out here.”

“Three,” she repeated, a bit surprised.

“Yeah, he'll find you a fancy name, fancy props, fancy everything. He's more of our disguise expert than a hitman,” he admitted as he closed the trunk. “I saw him and Two wearing wigs and nose prosthetic in Vegas, outrageously weird. But nobody caught them.”

“I can't wait to see what he prepared for the mission in Paris then,” she chuckled, already having a few things in mind when they'll be back at the base. She needed to have a look.

“You're absolutely not ready, nobody is. I'm usually out of the disguise thing because I'm mostly in the air so... Oh yeah,” he snapped out of the blue, “be ready to hear him practicing French in his mic, he always practices the language of the country we're in.”

“Got it.”

“And he'll want to impress Two, so sometimes horny talks,” he warned her with a little smile, “in Hong Kong he wasn't in best shape and wanted to fuck Two in the elevator.”

“No shit,” she said, almost not surprised about it. “I'm sure Two wanted to kill him.”

“You're absolutely right.”

“Well, let's go before we get in serious troubles with One,” Sasha concluded, putting her hand on the back of the car.

“I'm the troublemaker in this team, get used to it,” he replied, laughing a bit as he went up the front part of the car.

“You met another troublemaker Four, twice as troublesome as you,” she teased him still standing behind.

“We'll see that in Paris.”

Yes, they would see.

[i-am-masterkittens]

You better prepare yourself cause these are Quite A Few Questions 👀👀 3, 4, 11, 12, 15, 21, 23, 31, 33, 39 and lastly 40. Wow. 11 questions lmao

Thank you so much 😭😭❤

3. rant. just do it (I am going to put my whole ass rant under the cut because BOY IS IT LENGTHY. Also tw child abuse, pedophilia, self-harm and I think that’s it.)

4. do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art? No? Like I guess if you want to, that’s fine, I’m not gonna hate you for it, but for me personally I’m gonna try to avoid it as much as possible. If a bad person creates a masterpiece, I’m still not gonna support them.

11. what unusual talent do you have? Uhh mild body contortion? Like I can’t touch my toes for the life of me but I can twist my body really weirdly and bend all my fingertips backwards by a lot. I love freaking people out by doing that.

12. what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard? I have audio-based problems meaning I have trouble understanding someone when they speak and also remembering what they said, so I can eavesdrop on the juiciest gossip and forget the next day. However, I do remember this one thing about some kid named Evan being a vampire, which I distinctly remember because Jake talked about it, but I don’t remember how it came up.

15. what’s a question do you constantly get asked? One would think it would be “omg are you left handed?” Or something similar, but I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me about it. One question I do get a lot is from my boyfriend, “why are you so cute?” It makes me shy and I have to hide my face.

21. what’s a conspiracy you believe in? That there are Warrior cats living somewhere in the world (from the warrior series). Which I guess isn’t a conspiracy, but I believe in it!

23. if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose? The inability to take care of myself. I mean, if someone wasn’t there to remind me every day, I would never remember to take my medicine, or brush my teeth before bed, or even get dressed half the days. I wouldn’t call it lazy, it’s more of a “I’m too tired to take care of myself”. That’s mental illness for you babey!!

31. you can change one thing in your life right now. what are you changing? OH. I would totally delete every disease in the world. This whole quarantine thing is making me sick physically, emotionally, and mentally, because I am not allowed outside at all and the lack of fresh air, meeting people, and vitamin D is stressing me out and well I feel bad almost all the time now. Not to mention all the cool stuff I was gonna do for my 2020 graduation. 😔

33. what do you think about a lot I sometimes wonder if my best friend would let me call him Jakey or Jakie as a nickname but I’m too shy to ask because I am baby.

39. describe your asthetic Okay so I call it “Pretty-Cryptid, Baby-Softcore.” Because I am baby AND a cryptid. I’ll be eating baby carrots from the bag and staring out the window one minute then I’ll want to be snuggled under lots of blankets the next. I also really love pretty things and colors. Pastel purples and blues? Hell yeah! Pats on the head? I love you. A demon with ethereal vibes and pretty jewelry is standing next to me in bed and telling me everything’s going to be okay? OGHOHOHHHHGH ❤❤❤❤ Anyway I want a pretty monster dad, please?

40. answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation Mr. Wise.

Here’s my rant:

The basis of it all is just that I would probably sleep forever if I could.

I guess that isn’t all quite a rant, so I’ll start of on a mild note. What the fuck is happening to my dreams? I’ve been having these weird ass dreams about people taking care of me and genuinely wanting to become a parental figure to me. They all wear masks, two of which look exactly like SCP-035 and SCP-049, but there’s this one dude, I don’t know him, but he wears this mask with holes in it. Apparently his name is Jason? This isn’t the first time I’ve had a dream about someone who I didn’t know existed, I’ve also had dreams about Monika from DDLC before I knew who she was, and even about how she died. It was creepy as fuck, and I sure hope my dreams don’t come true because I’ve had dreams of the future more than once.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get into the heavy stuff, starting with my parents.I know I’m not the only person to have shitty parents, but that doesn’t stop them from being shitty. And before I get into anything, please please, please don’t report them to anyone. It’s probably weird to hear considering all they’ve done, but the guilt will probably kill me literally, and I still kinda love them, I mean they’re my parents and they took care of me. I don’t want anything to happen to them, and I don’t want to have to hurt myself because I did something to them, even if it was indirectly.

It used to be physical abuse, but it’s evolved into verbal as I grew up. Whenever I used to get in trouble, I would get so fucking terrified of what was going to happen to me. My dad, who was mostly absent from my life, (hence my constant wishing for a fictional character to be my dad, and probably a HUGE factor for what’s happening to my dreams lately) was also the most heavy handed with the hitting. He would spank me so hard that I would be crying and my butt would be red for hours. And it was so SO obvious that he liked my sister more than me, because it was always me who ended up with the red butts, and she’d get away with a loud yelling at. Meanwhile my mom would just hit me wherever she could with whatever she could, including a wire coat hanger when she was doing laundry.

And I recognize that I was a problem child, both physically and mentally because of my internal deformities that cause a lot of health problems, but also my weird boyish mentality and energy (I was into roughhousing a lot). But even then, just yelling would be enough to make me stop. Hitting me the way they did only made me learn how to lie to them and hide when I did something wrong.

This sort of stuff went on until about middle school, where it turned into more verbal threats about kicking me out of the house, as well as calling me names and making comments that dropped my self esteem very low, including stupid cow, bitch, and even telling me to hide my body and never wear bikinis or short shorts or crop tops (which I was already sensitive enough about because of my scars and the bump in my abdomen because of my knotted intestines, which gives me digestive issues if I eat too much). Dad almost completely dropped off the disciplinary train, only yelling at me extremely loudly when he got angry, but other than that I did pretty much nothing with him.

Because of them I’ve become extremely paranoid when it comes to touches that aren’t meant to be 100% comforting, and I’ve never been able to fully trust anyone for fear of getting hurt, (I’m sorry Jake :( if it makes you feel better though I trust you the most out of anyone else) and I get nervous when speaking up because I always got shot down by my parents.

It’ll be okay though because I have my boyfriend who I’ll get to live with soon, even if it’s just for the summer.

This isn’t everything that they’ve done, but it’s the majority of it, and even though they do good stuff with me sometimes, like my dad cooks breakfast or takes us out to eat, or we all go on nice vacations together, and it makes me feel guilty that I’m making them look bad, and worry that I’m oversharing or being too sensitive, but then I remember what they do and have done, and remind myself that I’ll only visit during holidays.

When I was 13, I came into contact with a pedophile. My first one out of at least 2 that I remember. I’m going to spare the details, but he tried to roleplay sexual situations with him, and convince me to undress in front of him, and that’s when I cut contact with him, and faked my death. I’m so, SO fucking sick of pedos, and pedo apologists, saying there’s nothing wrong with the age difference, when pedophilia has done nothing good to or for children. It gave me severe PTSD, to the point that I can’t say any words relating to reproduction, and visual-based sexual content will cause me to have flashbacks and panic attacks and cause me to scratch myself. Thanks pedos! Fucking hate you all! Please die.

And before people say I am overreacting, I’ve had this huge trigger since I was 13 and that is not something a kid should go through. And the reason why not a lot of people know about what happened, it’s because of the fear that I harbored, that people would laugh at me, and might use my triggers against me, which made things even worse, and it wasn’t until my boyfriend triggered me (accidentally) that I finally told someone, and it made me feel better that I could rely on him.

Other than that, another rant is about my boyfriend. I mean, he’s a good boyfriend, and he’s nice, but sometimes he comes off as insensitive and it makes me upset. That’s most of the reasons why we fight. Another big thing is lack of affection/attention, which might seems strange since we’re always hanging out, it seems, and cuddling, but sometimes he falls asleep on me and I get bored and don’t know what to do, or sometimes he ignores me to play video games or talk to other people. I am very touch starved so I need constant attention and contact or else I get worried, and I don’t know if he knows this or not, but he definitely comes off as ignorant sometimes. 

He makes up for a lot of stuff he does, but it doesn’t make what he did go away, and I wish he’d realize that and change because he keeps making the same mistakes.

My last rant is going to be about myself, and that I feel like a shit person! I feel like I always make things worse! I feel bad for every decision I make! I feel like I’m too clingy to my boyfriend and that I ask too much of him sometimes, and it makes me feel like shit because what I want and how I feel afterwards are different things and wow! Time for scratches! Also I want to have the power to always know what to do and say to make everyone happier and feel better! But then I get scared I’m gonna make a mistake and instead of trying to help I ignore them and go wow! I am a very shit person for ignoring them! And now my heart hurts because I got another heart palpitation by panicking! Wow I have a shit body! My heart deformities might kill me in my sleep! Wow! I am so insecure about everything I do and every way I look. I just want to become small and disappear sometimes. I miss you Jake. It’s hard for me to tell you I love you because it’s such an intimate phrase and my boyfriend was the first to hear it from me. But I’m glad you’re the second, even though we were so close to it. Somewhere in an alternate universe we’re together, and that makes me happy. I hope I we can become platonically intimate again, I remember holding your hand at night and it made me feel a little bit better at that camp.

My body just always hurts. I have to take a lot of medicine, and between all my heart, lung, and intestinal issues, on top of all my mental issues, majority of which have gone undiagnosed because my mom is in denial and refuses to get me to any sort of therapy; all of that combined makes me tired constantly, and I just always have stress, and a little headache in the back of my head.

I’m still hurting a lot, but I hope to get better. I have lots of ideas for the future, and I want to complete them before I go. I hope I make it past 2020, with many of you in tow.

I’m so tired.

I’m sorry if I made you sad.

[dstrachan]

'VIEWS FROM THE EDGE' - w/c 5th Sptember 2022

Sandi Thom ‘Runaway Train’

Sandi Thom ‘Stormy Weather’

Lowkey feat. Mai K, Karim Kamar, Kaia  ‘Ghosts Of Grenfell’

Elton John ‘Candle In The Wind / Goodbye England’s Rose’

2Pac ‘California Love feat. Dr. Dre’

Madisyn Whajne ‘Fire’

Dance With The Dead ‘Riot’

Johnny Nash ‘There Are More Questions Than Answers’

Freddie Mercury & Montserrat Cabale ‘Barcelona’

Elvis Presley ‘Speedway’

Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band ‘Low Yo Yo Stuff’

Jaki Song ‘Self Love’

Femmepop ‘Dancing With Myself’

P!nk ‘Fingers’

Elvis Costello ‘Pump It Up’

Charli XCX ‘Body Of My Own’

The Dresden Dolls ‘Coin-Operated Boy’

Nicki Minaj & Beyoncé ‘Feeling Myself’

Divinyls ‘I Touch Myself’

Hear Guitar ‘1984’

Sonoraw ‘Eerie Feeling Tonight’

Nick Drake ‘Northern Sky’

Andy Oliveri & the Mountaineers ‘Sky Candy Apple’

Transglobal Underground ‘Sky Giant’

Adele ‘Skyfall’

Madonna ‘Sky Fits Heaven’

[revolutionsoftheheart]

kiss prompt: oq - 5 <3

hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

set in 4B.

His left hand holds her in place as theother skims across her waist, slowly tugging on the blouse she’d just minutesago tucked into her skirt.

They shouldn’t be doing this.

This is more than kissing, more than just sex. Eachpress of his lips is a silent declaration of love he can’t take back, a newscar marring her already bruised heart. But when calloused fingertips makecontact with her bare skin, still flush and warm from their earlier activities,she finds him impossible to resist—finds she doesn’t want to resist. He is everything she wants right now, everythingshe needs, his mouth pliant against her own, his chest scant centimetres from hers, heatbuilding anew between their bodies. She gasps and shivers as his thumb traces soft circles at the small of her back, the cool air of the vault sweeping under hershirt.

This still just counts as the first time, he’d said.No need for remorse, no need for guilt. He was—is—hers. Let their sins be condemned;their taste is ever so sweet.

send me fictional kiss prompts

[undead-gearhead]

D, F, H and J for Kirsten and James? :D ♥ Unless that's too many. x'D Then halvsies instead, with two letters for each?

Jaaaake I can always count on you for these. And nah! Thats a perfectly fine amount. I’m just gonna throw it under a read more bc this shits gonna get LONG. 

Kirsten first, cause she’s my OG Deputy. 

D: Decoration1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? Sort of rustic style, I suppose. Warm inviting colors and candles everywhere. Old barn wood, that sort of thing. Also flowers. She likes flowers a lot. 2. how would they decorate their child’s room? Pastel yellows and greens! Probably a farm animal type deal, sort of story bookish? Babies like ducks, right?3. how do they decorate their own room? Again, rustic style. Retro four poster bed. A wall of pictures that are important to her. There’s probably plaid bed sheets. 4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? Flannel and jeans. Western boots and sunglasses. She dresses for comfort, not looks. She does have a little cross necklace her mom gave her when she was a teenager though.5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends? Haha no. She does a face mask every once in a while as a Treat Yo Self but other than that its a hardcore ‘fuck it’. Lightens her hair tho. 

F: Fun1. what do they do for fun? She used to help her dad with the race car, but now she just sort of sits around. I could see her hanging out with Hudson sometimes and just bullshitting. 2. what is their ideal party? Field bonfire! Y’know. Booze and friends. What could go wrong? 3. who would they have the most fun with? Sharky. Without a doubt. He enables her chaotic nature. 4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? Uh, sort of. She’s an ex dirt track racer. She can get pretty rowdy. 5. do they go out a lot? Not really, but she isn’t a shut in either. She hits the bar for dinner like once a week maybe. 

H: Heat1. do they rather a hot or cold room? Cold! 2. do they prefer summer or winter? She’s definitely a summer fan. 3. do they like the snow? She’s from Montana so she’s... used to it at least. (No. She hates it) 4. do they have a favorite summer activity? Watching dirt track! 5. do they have a favorite winter activity? Staying the fuck indoors

J: Joy1. what makes them happy? Good food, dirt track, friends. 2. who makes them happy? Sharky! 3. are there any songs that bring them joy? Led Zeppelin- Black Dog. She used to jam to it with her dad in the garage. 4. are they happy often? She is! She’s very content with life until yknow. Cult shit. 5. what brings them the most joy in the world? I don’t wanna say dogs but. Dogs. She’s definitely one of those people to audibly gasp over every dog she sees. She just LOVES them. 

And James! 

D: Decoration1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? You ever seen the home decor section of a Bass Pro Shop? Like that but with movie posters and less camo. Also taxidermy. 2. how would they decorate their child’s room? Outdoorsy but. Cute. 3. how do they decorate their own room? Let’s be entirely honest he’s a 25 year old man who lives by himself. His bed is on the fucking floor. He does have a dresser and other furniture though. It’s relatively clean at least. 4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? Denim vest, camo, jeans. He’s got an antler necklace he wears, it’s made from the same rack his mom’s antler hairpins are made from. 5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends? Haha no. You’d be lucky to see him use anything besides soap on his face. 

F: Fun1. what do they do for fun? Fishing! 2. what is their ideal party? He’s similar to Kirsten in the regard of bonfire. Only he’d be the rowdy guy at those sort of parties.3. who would they have the most fun with? Nick and Sharky. Probably. 4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? Yes but he doesn’t 5. do they go out a lot? By out do you mean by outdoors alone? Yes. 

H: Heat1. do they rather a hot or cold room? Temperate. He’s not too inclined either way. He can sleep anywhere. 2. do they prefer summer or winter? Summer. He can get up to more jackassery that time of year. 3. do they like the snow? He’s okay with it. 4. do they have a favorite summer activity? Fishing. Again. 5. do they have a favorite winter activity? Hunting. 

J: Joy1. what makes them happy? Outdoorsy shit. Camping. That sort of thing.2. who makes them happy? His mom. Mary May cept he doesn’t talk about that3. are there any songs that bring them joy? You know those obnoxiously upbeat 50s bubblegum pop songs? Those. Not because he likes them, because he’s more of a country and rock guy. His mom just sang them a lot because she worked at a retro diner that played them. 4. are they happy often? Honestly? No. But he manages. 5. what brings them the most joy in the world? The outdoors. He’s a grimey woods boy

[jansegers]

TP parts of speech

Toki Pona Analysis: Parts of Speech pisceyo | 2019 Heads up: This is a long post! So, I think there are some misunderstandings of internal / meta Toki Pona structures in the community on both ends. Regarding parts of speech (hereon referred to as PoS), many beginners may get caught up in "can this word be a noun?" or "how do I say X if Y is a verb?" Every language has its parts of speech, and while there are lots of similarities, there are plenty that deal with this matter differently than say, English (a language I believe most in thus sub speak). In this post I'm going to be breaking down what the actual distinct parts of speech are in toki pona. Thank you to my friends on ma pona for helping me clear up some blockages! 1. Content Words Def.: A word with its own semantic value and range that cannot be used to perform any specialty grammatical or syntactic functions. Content words are the majority of the dictionary in Toki Pona. Examples include moku, telo, and sinpin. Content words can be the head of a phrase [moku pona], they can modify heads [moku pona], they can be in verb slots [mi moku], etc. They cannot, however, act as particles or any other specialty part of speech to function as anything other than semantic value. 2. Prepositions Def.: A word that can form new prepositional phrases and heads in a clause, but can also function as a content word and holds semantic value when mediating grammatical functions. Prepositions are a closed class of the following words: tawa, lon, sama, kepeken, and tan. These words, as stated in the definition, are unique in that they can function as grammatical/syntactic units, however they also have semantic value. For example: mi moku kepeken ilo trans.: I eat with a fork. mi moku tawa ilo trans.: I eat for a fork. or ona li jan pona sama moku trans.: She is a friend akin to food. Whether or not prepositions can directly modify heads in all slots is up for debate between differing perspectives. I've seen convincing proof for them modifying heads (plus its not uncommon for people to already do), but I won't discuss that in this post. The semantic value of prepositions also allows them to function as content words, such as: mi tawa (I go) or mi sona ala e tan (I don't know why) 3. Preverbs Def.: A word that can precede a verb, in contradiction to typical modifier order, to add additional semantic or aspectual information, but can also function as a content word. Preverbs are very similar to prepositions in some regards. They are specialty words that hold function, while also holding semantic value and the capacity to be a content word. Some examples of preverbs: wile, kama, lukin. Example sentences: mi wile moku // mi kama lape. As content words: sina wile e seme? // mi kama. Preverbs are slightly more open, in that there are certain preverbs not explicitly listed that are commonly in use. For example, the usage of alasa as "to try/attempt at," open for "to start to/begin to," etc. Even with these examples, preverbs are still a relatively small closed class of set words. 4. Particles Def.: A word that can perform grammatical or syntactic functions that has no semantic value or capacity to take on another part of speech Particles include li, e, en, pi, etc. They function solely for grammatical and syntactic operations. Although each particle performs a separate function, they all demonstrate this behavior. Examples: ona li moku // sina lukin e ni. Note: pi is the particle equivalent of a neutral preposition. It starts new heads in phrases, but has no additional semantic value between operations. Similarly, li could be said to be the particle equivalent of preverbs. 5. Semiparticles Def.: A word that performs as a content word, but can also perform specialized grammatical or syntactic functions akin to a particle. This class of words is much smaller, but because of a few outliers in the behavior of vocabulary, it exists! The semiparticles are: taso and nanpa. Additionally, kin could be said either to be a semiparticle or in the category with a later on, depending on the speaker's usage (more later). A particle cannot hold any semantic value or act as a content word, right? So then, how does nanpa function in jan nanpa wan ? It is a semiparticle, because nanpa is a content word (meaning numeral, etc), but also performs specialized grammatical function without syntax in converting numerals into ordenals ("first person"). Then there is taso, which is also a content word such as in mi wile e moku taso ("I want only food"). However, it can also act as a conjunction/link between sentences at the beginning of a sentence such as in taso mi wile ala. Where kin fits in is its usage as a head. The usage of kin varies from speaker to speaker, either being identical in semantics to a, separate in usage but identical in syntactic behavior to a, or as a potential content word and semiparticle. 6. Interjections Def.: A word or phrase that when isolated can act as an exclamation, response, reaction, etc. Interjections are potential functions of content words and some particles. The potential interjections are: pona, ike, lon, nasa, jaki, pakala, a, o, mu, ken, [content word] pona, sama, suwi, toki, (answer to a yes/no question)* Example: pona! // lon! // a! sina lon As in the list of interjections, phrases such as moku pona, tawa pona, etc. that would typically break some kind of grammatical rule (such as the dropping of o) can stand alone. 7. Loaned Adjectives Def.: A proper name or word that is loaned and acts solely as a modifier to a native Toki Pona content word. These are pretty self explanatory. Examples include names and proper place names. ma Sonko or jan Salan Lastly... a or the Emphatic Particles ! a is a special word, in that it is partially an interjection, partially a particle, and maybe a little of something else! It often acts like a modifier, adding emphasis to a word or sentence with a hint of emotional comment as well. However, because it can modify an entire sentence when at the end, this behavior says its not just a content word. It also cannot form its own heads or phrases as all content words can. a doesn't really perform a syntactic operation either. Thus, it gets its own category. One could potentially call it an emphatic particle. However, a isn't necessarily alone. As most of the community uses it, kin is nearly identical to a in where it appears, except it offers a separate kind of emphasis than a does, without the emotional content. And that's it! The parts of speech in Toki Pona and their functions. There's a lot of stuff I didn't touch on in this that can break down even further, so I plan on making some more of these analysis posts for different topics. Hopefully this was helpful, feel free to leave questions, comments, or let me know if I left anything out! https://www.reddit.com/r/tokipona/comments/df0zbi/toki_pona_analysis_parts_of_speech/ 

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