#mmmm this is scary sharing writing is weird

[navycat305]

hello this is only slightly terrifying but I wrote something for the first time and posted it publicly so here it is

Will also put it under the cut :)

It’s not until a week or so after the case that it catches him, like a thorn snagged in the material of a jumper, one that you only notice when it pulls you back, sudden and sharp as you hurry along. He’s flicking through his contacts, checking he’s got all the important ones he needs for mundane things - insurance, and his landlord, and the landlord for the office. The reset was inconvenient, sure, but it wasn’t horrible, not like the two small marks on his upper arm that Maya likes to bump against her own a little too gleefully whenever someone mentions the name Manfred von Karma. He’d have to track down Larry again, which could take months given the guy’s talent for doing multiple things on a whim without telling people between the somewhat brief times they met in person. There are still no names under the tab marked ‘E’. That hasn’t changed.

It’s only when he gets to ‘M’ that he stops. Thinks, briefly, until it sinks in. There is only one name under it that he has re-entered, and that is Maya Fey. He’d known it without asking her, a remnant of every single time he’d stared at the number between December and April, finger hovering over the call button until he’d inevitably sigh and turn away to other things, clients, business, who knows what else. Sometimes he’d talk to Charley about it, then panic when he remembered that he couldn’t recall how long it had been since he’d last watered him.

He supposes that it’s hard to remember everything when you’re building back up from nothing. Hell, he just went through amnesia, of course he should understand that. Still, it doesn’t hit less hard when he realises that he hasn’t put any other names under ‘M’. 

*

He remembers when she gave him her number, still hacking up nothing every so often and wheezing a little in odd moments that made conversation awkward. “To ensure that you stay out of trouble,” he recalls her saying, with that wry smile he’d come to know whenever she teased him. He didn’t really consider it at first, rushing around in a daze and picking up as many projects as possible, opening commissions, auditioning for the university’s summer play, heck even reading the paper for one of the first times in his life, enough that it meant he wouldn’t have time to slow down and start thinking again. His grades had never been better, and his professor had just invited him to exhibit one of his paintings in Ivy’s annual art show at the end of the semester.

That’s why he’d been busy in the art room, the afternoon sun lazily stretching through the skylights on the top floor of the building and gently warming his face each time he looked up from the canvas. He hadn’t read the article until a couple of days after it released, when it had found its way onto the floor in ripped sheets slightly stuck together with paint. That’s when he’d started thinking again, pacing up and down the halls until someone stuck their head out of their room and told him to be quieter, even though he hadn’t said a word. He’d looked at his own room with fresh eyes, seen the mess piling up in the middle instead of pushed to the corners as usual. His phone was on the desk amongst pencils, paints, a disembowelled sketchbook and a half-eaten chocolate bar that somehow hadn’t yet melted in the heat. He’d picked it up, taking a moment to recall her name, finding it there in all its clinical length: Mia Fey (lawyer).

Before he knew it, he’d hit the call button, mouth dry. Heard her voice after two rings, surprisingly quick at hiding slight confusion and just as friendly as it had been months ago. Asked her what he should do if he wanted to take the bar.

*

“Do you ever feel weird about still being able to talk to Mia?” It’s a stupid question, one he must’ve asked her so many times before. It has been a year, although they both know that doesn’t matter. He’s still staring up at the ceiling when he asks, so he doesn’t have to look at her and feel bad about bringing it up.

It doesn’t work, and he watches her out of the corner of his eye, fiddling with the limited edition Steel Samurai strap around her pink cell phone. “I mean, I guess. It’s weird that it’s Mia.” Her voice is level, but she also avoids his gaze. “I don’t know. It’s always been a thing.” 

He can’t remember the last time he texted Mia, or called. He supposes that Maya had to do it more often, being two hours away by train, while he was only a bike-ride from her for several years. Digital communication for them was smaller things, preludes to the uncountable meetings at restaurants, the courthouse or simply the old, battered couch in the office, where they’d pour over papers or chat over shitty coffee. Did she ever think, he wonders, of faraway Maya when she sat opposite him all those times? He reminds himself, after a while, that he can ask. He doesn’t know if he wants to. “Still can’t get my head around it.”

Maya laughs softly, tired. “Most people can’t.” The sound of the air conditioning whirrs as they ponder it. “To be fair, you didn’t question it too much. I was surprised sis didn’t tell you earlier. But it kinda makes sense given that it has literally nothing to do with the law.” They both know that isn’t true, which makes it easier to leave unsaid. Makes him wonder what else Mia never bothered with. 

“Sorta like she’s a phone call away, if you want to look at it like that,” he grunts. Maya hums, a strange sound that shifts. She starts to speak, then stops again. 

“Like a phone call from the mountains….incredibly unreliable and hard to reach, but not impossible.” He snorts. “I always hated calling her from that phone booth. Usually Morgan was outside, glaring at me for about thirty minutes ‘cuz I’d spent too long in there. It was harder to find cell service though, so I kinda had to deal with it.”

He doesn’t have an answer to that, which is fine. He suspects that she’s happy for him to listen without comment. That is, until she offers it to him candidly for the first time. “I can channel her properly next time we’re in Kurain, if you want. Can’t get any worse than last time.” He thinks of the phone number he can’t remember, of the weight that still hangs over him, the feeling that the office is still hers after so long. 

“It’s alright. You don’t have to do that.”

*

The prison is nicer than he thought it would be, especially after the several visits to the detention centre he’s now had. They let him in surprisingly quickly, and there’s not much waiting before she’s led out to see him, or at the very least stare at him from the other side of the glass.

“Mr Wright,” Lana greets him, much more warmly than he is used to. She seems a little confused at first that he should come to see her after all has been said and done, but she is still kind. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

They chat a little, about his recent cases and how she’s adjusted, the most recent time she called Ema two days ago, all the way in Europe, beaming with pride at her progress in school and forensics. Once again, the similarities don’t help. She can tell that he’s tiptoeing around it. “You want to ask about Mia, don’t you? We do have all the time we need now, after all.” But first, she asks how Maya is doing, and laments the fact that she's never met her properly. This surprises him. She laughs. 

“She wanted to keep us separate, I think,” she muses airily. “Like two cats being slowly introduced to each other between a door, or something similar. It seems odd now I suppose, but it was very different for her in Kurain.” He still can’t reconcile her, so strong and full of cheek in the smart black suit, with a spirit medium in something Maya would wear. He can’t ever imagine her being pious - that’s a stretch too far. Lana smiles as she sees him try. “She used to tell me sometimes, about the village. Very rarely, you understand. Mostly she tried to make me forget that she was anything other than an LA native. It was frustrating for her a lot of the time.”

He wonders just how much Lana knows of Mia; what that ‘intellectual attraction’ had wrought from her. He can parrot her inflections, cheerful and serious, repeated every single trial: the only time a lawyer can cry is when it’s over. He’d never seen her cry at all. How long had she waited?

He asks her for Mia’s phone number. Lana repeats it automatically, and they stare at each other in silence. He lets it dissipate into the air, and watches the tiredness ebb into her eyes for the first time since he’d seen her in the defendant lobby before the last trial. There is nothing more to be said.

He still offers to get Maya to channel her. She looks more like the Lana he is familiar with when he does, with her February face that masks the pain. Her refusal is polite, and she thanks him for his consideration. He tells her he’ll come again soon, and hopes he means it.

*

Life goes on. He muddles through beside Maya and Pearls, taking a few small things on here and there for the money to fund an insatiable appetite for burgers. There’s been no progress on his contacts since August, nothing new to blindside him as it usually does. He watches the girls leave, once a month, each time the ghost of an offer to accompany them flailing before it gets very far. He sees Pearly’s shoulders slump when they return, and the way Maya bites her lip when she thinks nobody is looking. The days are getting longer.

“You should really get a new phone, Nick,” Maya says suddenly on one of those unremarkable evenings. Pearls is asleep on the couch, still with her coat on, and his heavy eyes envy her this small moment of peace, telling him he should’ve been asleep an hour ago. He turns around for a blanket instead of answering. “You’ve had that thing for, like, forever.”

It’s not that he’s putting it off. There’s not an issue with it really. Sure it’s still the first one he ever got, but there’s nothing wrong with that. 

She sees him when he turns back to lay the blanket over her cousin and shrugs. “Just a suggestion. Fresh start, y’know? Didn’t you say that Wellington smashed it up a bit when he tried to get it back from you?” He shushes her and points to the sleeping Pearly. She makes a face back, but slips into a frown not long afterwards. “You said you were considering getting a new one last December, that’s all.” She gives a little gasp when it catches up to her, just as he stiffens. Doesn’t stop him when he walks out of the room to bed, wordless. 

He doesn’t get up for several hours, and she burns next morning’s pancakes to show she is sorry.

*

“G’morning Nick,” Maya greets him groggily as he enters, breaking from her tussle with some wrapping paper and scrunching up her face in a yawn. “Do you know how to wrap presents?” He nods, kneeling down to take her place above the large set of coloured pencils, slowly reaching for the tape. “Is it too much? Or not enough? Aunt Morgan never did anything, so-”

“Maya,” he says, monotone with exhaustion, “it’s fine. It’s good, really. She deserves a nice Christmas and you’re giving her one. There’s nothing much more you can do. I’m proud of you.”

“Really?” He stops folding the corners of the paper. Her shoulders shake slightly against him, warm, until she springs up again, hastily swiping at her eyes with her sleeve. “Hey, I got those circus tickets too! I can’t believe we’re going to see Maximillion Galactica!” 

He turns the wrapped present to her and she gives him a thumbs up. It is nestled under the little fake tree Maya had insisted they get while at the mall a week or so ago. He’d just been planning to drape some lights over Charley, but now the miniature conifer sits on a spare table with a few small decorations picked out the same day while the old Cordyline stricta twinkles half-heartedly in the corner. Maya babbles about a Christmas display downtown as he blurs the lights and leaves with his stare.

Larry had called sometime around 2am, that stupid ringtone that Maya had picked out for him blaring into his ears and startling him awake. The man had barely even regarded his grudging answers, all in a tone begging him to take a hint. He’d heard the muffled sound of club music interrupted by faraway feminine laughter, and hung up before Larry managed to slur that he loved him one more time. He squints through the dark at the numbers of the digital clock and feels a creeping sense of defeat at knowing he’ll have to take a nap later. 

He grins a little guiltily when he only catches the tail-end of Maya’s reminiscences. “I asked to go every year after that, but…,” she sighs, and he puts it together far too quickly. 

This is not the first Christmas without her, nor will it be the last, for either of them. But when was there time to stop and think on that grey day a year ago, something within him asks. After all, they were so busy that he, at least, had nothing left to give. The only thing he needed was answers, a real adult to sort the puzzle pieces and put the edges together. She had only ever been an echo of a message left while he was on another line. He makes a mental note for them to find their way downtown later, after the main rush of the day is over.

���Oh, I got something for you too, Nick!” Maya is handing him a small, rectangular box that she has managed to badly attach some paper to. “If it helps, I see it as another way to stick it to Morgan.” It’s heavier than he thought it would be, and he automatically cups it in his palms before registering it. He peeks back the wrappings and lets them fall from his fingers almost as soon as he does. 

“Maya, I can’t take this.” 

She huffs a laugh. “Of course you can, stupid!” His face does not change. Hers does, rapidly, flickering through several different things and eventually settling on lightheartedness. “If you weren’t going to let me pay rent, I had to do something!” She reaches for it and lifts the lid off, rifling through the assorted ephemera until she finds it, shiny and new, and waves it at him. She drops her arms, and her smile, when he continues to stare.

“Nick. Take it from me, old guy. You need a new phone. That thing can’t still be working properly.” He has no answer to give. The corners of her eyes crinkle with frustration, and she stands up at full height, all of her 5’1 to his 6’0. She’s almost glaring at him, mouth set in a thin line. “You can't wallow like this forever. Not for Pearly,” she swallows, “and not for me either. They’re gone.” It’s as soft as she can make it but he still flinches, tightening his grip over his pocket. 

“I’ve broken so many rules for us, you know that? Calling Mia whenever we need her, outside of the candles, and altars and shit. We do that stuff for a reason. Because it’s just once, or twice, in order to help people find peace. Closure. And I can’t do that here. So I’m doing what I can.” She squints at him, fingers tangled tightly and voice trembling. “It has to happen, Nick.”

She raises her arms, holding out the phone, the glowing orange 4:59 of the digital clock morphing into 5:00am. He grasps it, fragile. He can hear her breathing, determinedly steady. Then, a sigh of relief as she tackles him by the waist. 

“Thank you,” she whispers. He holds her tightly and swears again, for good measure, to never let her go.

*

He shuts the box in his desk drawer amidst the nest of paper and happiness scattered around the living room hours after. Maya and Pearls lie sleeping on their mattress, curled into one another after a day of delight and exhaustion in equal measure. He tiptoes around them to make it to the couch and pinches his brow with two fingers, staring at the drawer like he can see through it. He runs his fingers over the scratched buttons on his old reliable and tries to hopscotch Mia’s number aimlessly, without success but also, to his surprise, without staggering remorse. Hopes Maya can be content with his acquiescence, that he will be able to set it up sooner or later.

Yeah, he thinks, watching the girls - his girls, his and Mia’s - breathe in tandem with one another, a soft smile falling onto his face. He can do that later.

(Later, he will get a call from Maya that Maximillion Galactica has been arrested from murder, and find himself knee-deep in another incredulous case that doesn’t feel entirely real.) 

(Later, he will be phoned by a smooth-voiced killer that leaves them fighting for their small existence and digs into his very core with each successive ring until there is nothing he can fight with anymore.)

(Later, he will limp from the courtroom while Pearl clings to him, hand her to a concerned bailiff and throw his phone on the ground so fiercely that it breaks into uncountable fragments, in both anger and relief.)

(Later, he will pass the new phone to Maya and she will gasp in delight and pick out the same old Steel Samurai ringtone that has bothered him for the last couple of years, and he will not change it.)

(Later, he will find a contact under ‘E’ and call it over and over again. As time goes on, it will move to ‘M’.)

(Later, Mia will stop answering Maya and Pearl, and he will be okay.)

But for now, there is peace. He closes his eyes, perhaps imagining that faint outline of the Chief in front of him just before he does. His phone slides from his hand and onto the cushion beside him. There is one contact under ‘M’. It is enough.

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All We Know 4

Chapter 4: Celebrate

“I don’t bite...unless you want me to.”

James gets drunk at a party, but the night ends like many others before.

Super excited for this one! I had a lot of fun writing it and I got the chance to add in one of my OCs for my planned mega fic, so you get to meet her here.

“GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!”

The party was in full swing by the time the team even made it into the Common Room. As James entered, the noise nearly knocked him off his feet. He barely had time to make it ten steps in before someone had grabbed him and hoisted him on their shoulder, still screaming over Gryffindor’s win.

Looking around frantically, James tried to pick Sirius out of the crowd. Did he set this up? He knew this wasn’t even the House Cup, right? If this were supposed to be the smaller party, James was a little afraid what the bigger ones would look like.

He was lowered to the ground—or more accurately, dropped rather unceremoniously, causing his knees to buckle as he tried not to fall flat on his ass—before he was able to catch sight of any of his friends.

If he could just get to his dorm. He needed to change.

A hand tapped on his shoulder and had to look down until he saw a dark head of curls and a bright white smile. “’Lo Winnie,” he said, relieved to finally see a familiar face.

She held out a glass of something brown and cold. “Don’t tell Lily, but I was the one who got most of the firewhisky here,” she said with a mischievous smirk. He took a sip, letting the icy liquid warm its way down to his stomach, the cinnamon giving him a pleasant burn in the back of his throat.

“Your secret’s safe with me. She’s not gonna get McGonagall, is she?”

“Nah, she’s at least three drinks in at this point, she’s having a good time. I made sure of it.” The way Winnie said the last part made James a slight bit weary, but before he could think too much of it, Sirius came up behind Winnie and place his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. She squealed and kicked at him to let her down, but laughed as she said, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you never sneak up on a black woman?”

“No, but now that I think about it, I’d never sneak up on any woman in my family,” Sirius quipped. Winnie playfully smacked his arm just before it found its way around James’s shoulders. “Congrats on the win, mate,” he slurred, leaning in to be heard over the blasting music.

“You know it wasn’t a big game, right? What’s with the rager?”

“Never need a reason to party! But it’s the last weekend before break, might as well have a little fun, right?”

“Well, if you insist,” James said before downing the rest of his drink. Winnie whooped before excusing herself to get another round, presumably from one of the tables in the corner someone undoubtedly smuggled up somehow. Having been on the Quidditch team since Second Year, James never did help set up any Common Room parties and was vastly lacking in knowledge of how they were kept hidden.

The music kept blaring and Winnie made sure their drinks were never empty. For a little sprig of a girl, she sure could hold her liquor. James, on the other hand, was thoroughly wasted. The firewhisky was trying to make his ears steam, as if he had just eaten a bag of Pepper Imps. Sirius wasn’t faring much better, having already been stumbling and slurring his words by the time he found James.

Sirius loved mixing his alcohols, too. He came up with crazy concoctions as if he were mixing potions and loved to have the others test them out, with wildly varying degree of drunkenness following.

Sirius, true to his Animagus form, was like an excitable puppy when he drank. He became even more hyper and friendly and just wanted to dance the night away with his ten new best friends. But even through all that, he made sure to drag James along for the ride. As if he were a little kid, he often clung to James the more he drank, wanting to keep a buoy nearby just in case.

Tonight, his arm barely left James’s shoulders. Not that he minded, it was warm and comforting there, and definitely kept James from falling over as he started stumbling. It also kept him from getting too close to Evans when he spotted her those few times, looking beautiful if a little annoyed at the noise level not dying down once the wee hours of the morning crept in.

“Yeah, Jimmy Potter here’s gonna lead us to victory again and again, ain’t that right, James?” Sirius was saying to…someone and their twin? Maybe. James couldn’t tell. But Sirius was saying it, so he was probably right, so James nodded in agreement.

“Best Chaser Gryffindor’s got, mate,” Sirius said, quieter this time. Did someone tell him to quiet down? Were they going to get in trouble? Should they hide? Sirius wasn’t hiding, he was still talking. He was warm, so warm and strong next to James. His breath was hot on James’s ear. It tickled the hairs on the side of his head. He liked it; Sirius should keep doing it.

Remus! Remus was here! “Hiya Remus!” James slurred, excited to see his other friend. He’d been pretty down lately, but now he was looking relaxed and smiling. He must have been drinking too. Remus almost never got drunk. He was a strong boy.

“Yes, James, you’re right,” Remus said, chuckling good naturedly. Oh, James must’ve said that out loud. “Yes,” Remus confirmed, still smiling at him. “Might want to get him upstairs.”

“Aww Remus, you always take care’a us,” James said, a goofy smile spreading over his face. He grabbed Remus’s arm, turning himself into the ham of a Sirius and Remus sandwich. This was nice. He liked being here with them. Where was Peter? He could be the cheese. “Peter! Be the cheese! Peter, we need cheese!”

Peter didn’t show up. Prick. Where could he be? Remus was trying to pull away, but he couldn’t. The sandwich would fall apart without him. “Hey, Remus, don’t go.”

“C’mon James, I wanna get some food. You could probably use some too.”

“Okay yeah, yeah, le’s gessum food. I like food.” He tried to walk by pushing into Remus, but Remus was an unmoving wall.

“James, mate, slow down, you’re gonna hurt someone.”

“What? Naw! I won’t hurt ‘nyone. Will I, Sirius?”

“Dunno mate, you’re pretty scary sometimes. I wouldn’t wanna get on your bad side.”

“Come on Sirius, I don’t bite.” James leaned in, basically placing his mouth right on Sirius’s ears. “Unless you want me to.” His giggle sent a great shudder down Sirius’s back. He tried to pull away from James as well, but James immediately latched onto his both arms, keeping him properly trapped.

“You're barking mad,” Sirius said, his voice going soft and small. James had to lean in to hear it, pressing his cheek close to Sirius’s. His skin was soft, and James found his long hair with one hand. It was so silky, and he could just smell it from where he leaned his head. It smelled clean, like soap and just a slight hint of vanilla. “James?” Sirius sounded scared. James must protect him! His head snapped up, but he kept his arms wrapped tight around his friend, looking for the danger. He didn’t see anything. Everyone else seemed to be fine.

James moved until he was directly in from of Sirius, looking quickly behind him before resting his forehead on Sirius’s and closing his eyes. He could smell the vanilla still and it was mixing with leather that always seemed to stay with Sirius, even when he wasn’t wearing his Muggle jacket. It was so cozy and now it was mixing, too, with the cinnamon of the firewhisky. Mmmm, it was like Christmas.

Hey, Christmas was soon! He had to make sure Sirius got some nice gifts! He should owl his mother right now!

“No no no, James, no! No owlery!” Sirius wrapped his arms around James’s middle and he instantly sagged. He didn’t need to be anywhere else but here. He loved it here. Sirius was warm and safe. He missed this when they had been fighting. “Let’s get upstairs.”

They stumbled their way up the stairs and crashed unceremoniously into James’s bed. A smiled played on his lips as he fell asleep against Sirius’s chest.

If they woke up the next morning wrapped up in each other, slight hangovers causing them to need a bit more pumpkin juice to make it through the day but otherwise no worse for wear, well, then, it was just another fun night. Wouldn’t be the first time, and wouldn’t be the last time, that they shared a bed. Nothing weird there.

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Watching, One shot

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it. And thanks for altering it. Hope this is what you had in mind.

ghoose86 submitted:

Loki Illusion Fantasy

Hi there! Resubmitting a slightly altered prompt: Could you write about Loki learning that his girlfriend has a  fantasy where she wants to watch him have sex with another woman. Loki one evening fulfills this wish by creating an illusory duplicate of his girlfriend, so she can watch Loki have sex with herself.

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‘Come on, love. I know you’re hiding something from me, you can’t lie from the God of mischief.’ Loki said with a cocky grin as he dragged his girlfriend back into his arms, despite her protesting.

He peppered her face with kisses, making her laugh while she tried to shove him back.

‘It’s nothing, Loki. Honestly.’ She whined, managing to get out of his grasp.

‘Come on, there is something. I know there is.’ He used his Seidr to teleport across the room to block her from leaving the bedroom.

She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him, trying to look scary. He just laughed and tickled under her chin.

‘You are so cute when trying to act tough and scary.’ He teased.

‘Shut up!’ She turned and attempted to go out onto the balcony, but again he teleported on front of her.

This time he grabbed her in a crushing hug and didn’t let her go. ‘I’m not letting you go until you tell me what you thinking about that had you blushing so badly.’

Willow groaned, she knew she wasn’t going to win this. So she decided to tell him.

‘Alright. I was just… well, I keep thinking… You’re going to think its weird.’ She sighed.

Loki gripped her chin and tilted her face up. ‘Try me.’ He smiled warmly at her.

There wasn’t a lot that surprised him really. Especially considering how kinky their sex life could get. They were often up for trying almost anything.

‘I have this weird thing where I want to watch you… doing it with another woman. But I then get too jealous at the thought of sharing you, so I kinda shoot my own idea down real quick.’ Willow blurted out quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up.

When Loki said nothing, she became a little concerned. But the wickedest of grins spread across his face, making her worry.

‘Loki, I don’t actually want to do it. Please, I don’t want you with another woman.’ She said quickly, sliding her arms around him.

‘And I wouldn’t want to with another woman, love. I only have eyes for you, I promise.’ He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

‘Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?’ She raised her eyebrow and glared up at him.

‘Well… I may have an idea for your fantasy to come true. Just call me your magic genie.’ He winked at her and grabbed her hand, leading her to the chair that they had by the fire place.

‘What are you up to?’ She asked when he pushed her shoulders, making her sit on the chair.

‘Just relax, my darling… and enjoy the show.’ He whispered into her ear, then clicked his fingers.

She let out a squeak of surprise as rope that moved like snakes appeared from nowhere and slid around her wrists, then held them tightly to the arms of the chair. The same happened to her ankles with the legs of the chair. So she was restrained very well, unable to go anywhere.

‘Loki.’ She said in warning, slight apprehension in her voice.

‘When have I ever let you down or scared you in regards to sex?’ Loki asked, crouching down on front of her with his hands on her knees.

‘Hmm… never.’ She said reluctantly.

‘Exactly. So trust me, love.’ He grinned and licked his lips.

She watched in curiosity as he went over to their bed, removing his clothing in the process. He turned to face her, his cock already hardening at the thought of what he was about to do.

Willow still had no idea what he was up to. That was, until, he waved his hand and in a light haze of green next to him, a body emerged. But not just any body… It was her. Well, a double of her.

‘What the…’ She trailed off, eyes wide as she was looking at an exact duplicate of herself.

Loki twirled his finger and a gag was placed into her mouth. She grumbled into it, but wasn’t overly surprised that Loki had decided to gag her.

All she could do was watch while Loki approached her double, cupping her face to kiss her. The double acted just as Willow would, willingly moving her lips with the kiss, her arms going around him.

Loki pulled her over to the bed and tossed her on. He looked over to the real Willow and winked at her. Then he flipped the double over and told her to stay on her hands and knees, with her bum pointing at Willow.

Willow watched as Loki raised his hand up, then brought it down, hard. The duplicate started screaming from the pain as he spanked her without mercy. Willow jumped with every smack, her own bottom feeling sore just from watching it. Knowing how sore his spankings could be. But this was something else, he was really going to town with it.

Willow squeezed her thighs together, ashamedly getting super turned on from the sight. Not only seeing Loki spanking a woman, but her. Kind of…

The duplicate was sobbing by the time Loki had finished with her. He dipped his hand down between her thighs and growled in delight to find her wet. He parted her folds and slid his fingers through, rubbing over her clit a few times before thrusting in and out.

‘Mmmm, delicious.’ He sucked his fingers clean and looked over at Willow, grinning.

Willow was almost drooling through her gag. She was now really regretting telling Loki her fantasy, because she wanted him to touch her so badly. Not that double.

Loki turned her double around, so that Willow had a side on view of them now. He mounted her from behind, wrapping an arm around her middle. Willow’s eyes were drawn to the way he moulded to her back perfectly as he slid his cock into her.

‘Ohhhh, yes.’ Loki moaned and started rocking against her.

Willow was breathing hard through her nose, rubbing her thighs together so tightly to try and relieve some kind of pressure. But it became so much harder when Loki started really rutting into the double, fucking her like he was in heat.

Then when Loki wrapped his hand around the double’s neck, Willow almost lost it completely.

Loki glanced over towards Willow. He knew how much she loved being choked.

Seeing Loki do what he was doing to, well, her. It was a kind of erotic she never thought she’d ever see. He was fucking her in her favourite position, that always got her off the hardest. To see it from that point of view, as a viewer, it was something else entirely.

Willow was whimpering through her gag, trying to beg for Loki to untie her and fuck her instead of the double. But Loki wasn’t finished yet. He kept pounding into her double like it was his last ever fuck.

Loki groaned and grunted as he was almost there, Willow watched on in complete jealousy as Loki came, she could tell by the look on his face and the way his hand tightened around the doubles neck.

Willow was beside herself with arousal when Loki let go of the double, who collapsed on the bed underneath him before then disappearing in a glimmer of green.

Loki took a few deep breaths, getting himself under control. Then he turned his heated gaze on Willow. Smirking, with a predatory look, he got off the bed and started over towards the real Willow.

‘She was nothing like the real thing, my dove.’ He growled.

He crouched down on front of her and looked between her legs. He smirked.

‘You are soaking, love. Right through your jeans. Naughty girl.’ He squeezed her thighs, making her whimper more at finally getting his touch.

‘Your turn now, I believe.’ He grinned, his cock quickly hardening again.

[momestuck]

Let’s read Hiveswap Friendsim - volume 15!

Just to clear up a misconception - this is Hiveswap Friendsim, not to be confused with Hiveswap proper, which is a point and click adventure game spinoff of Homestuck, of which so far only one volume has been released. So Friendsim is basically a spinoff of a spinoff!

The characters in Friendsim are apparently set to feature in Hiveswap volume 2, although the actual events of Friendsim may not have happened exactly as portrayed. It’s impressionistic, or something.

I suspect this explanation may be more confusing than clarifying.

This volume is called Of Creatives, Conventional and Otherwise.

Charun looks like some kinda gardener, and Wanshi evidently has a book (the title of which seems to be ‘DIARY [of a] CULLABLE WIGGLER’).

Charun

Charun is by Kieran Miranda, who previously wrote Azdaja (the DBZ guy) and Stelsa (Tyzias’s gf with the pink coat).

The protag begins this arc by questioning their entire character trait!

They’re having a day in due to depression.

Unfortunately, we can’t sleep for long. Someone is crawling about in our ceiling!

...or not in our ceiling, but in the edge of our room, anyway. We poke our head out of some kind of telescope- or camera-hole. And meet...

This person! Pizzicato strings (hey I know some music words). This piece is actually by Toby Fox, of Undertale fame, who also did music for Tegiri, Lynera and Galekh. Huh.

The protagonist grumpily asks if they’re here to move in or something, and Charun says some words at last.

It turns out they were here to take this strange lens thing. But now they’re stuck.

The narration uses ‘they’ pronouns, which we haven’t seen since Cirava, so that’s nice :)

Their quirk is speaking very slowly, with lots of pauses, marked by ‘..’ - just two dots - on either side.

Apparently the reason they want it is ..............................art.

We get our first choice. Interesting or weird? I’m inclined to be nice. Let’s say interesting. Kind of damning with faint praise there though, I guess.

Charun picks up on our like... noncommittal use of ‘interesting’. They say...

And that’s pretty much shot our chances of friendship.

Well, let’s be more engaged. Sounds weird, ya weirdo, etc.? Engaged.

‘Haha.. yeah..’ is about what we get for that.

There’s a dig at the format.

Instead, our choice is...

Mmmm.

Let’s go with... two dots?

They’re apparently too tired to lug this lens back down the tower. We get another set of options (guessing .. vs .... was a fakeout)

Let’s carry it! I want to see what they do with it.

We make our way out, and get the long shot of our watchtower again.

Charun, it turns out, lives in a cave just down the road from our watchtower. We get a very detailed background.

Back to back, the difference between this background - lineart, cel-shaded - and the previous one - painted, kind of impressionistic - is striking.

Notably, there seems to be a troll back there, looking out from over a pile of stuff. Also is that like... bug thingy Charun’s lusus?

Charun inquires as to our opinion of their art. We flounder.

Charun calls us on having no idea what we’re talking about. But this prompts the protag to decide this would be a great time to learn how to make art.

We get some wisdom... “All art.. is dicking around..” True words.

But apparently we’re overthinking it. Our second attempt...

Soon enough, they decide to join in. We collaborate...

I’ve seen that episode of The Get Down.

Our results seem to be worth it.

The narrator celebrates.

I’m actually kind of put in mind of some words by Porpentine here.

Build the shittiest thing possible. Build out of trash because all i have is trash. Trash materials, trash bodies, trash brain syndrome. Build in the gaps between storms of chronic pain. Build inside the storms.

And this masterpiece created...

Well I guess we go for a joyride? That seems entirely unrelated to what happened in the episode, but what do you know.

So now let’s propose finding some more portable trash, I guess. Which is another colourful background...

Apparently the background artist for this episode is Phil Gibson. This is a river which is accumulating a pile of rubbish on the bank.

After extracting a promise not to share this secret location, we get to work.

They get us to install instaGram.. uh...

PincerSpam. We check out their aesthetic...

Apparently they’re friends with Cirava. That’s cool :)

At that point, we stumble on some familiar faces in a cave. Awkward segue, but what ho.

What sort of lethal shenanigans are these two up to today? Apparently their quarry is expected to be somewhere in this dump. Uh-oh... hope it’s not our new dear friend Charun.

Charun, meanwhile, has found some kind of gadget with a satellite dish. The protag figures it probably belongs to whoever Azdaja and Konyyl are tracking, and Charun asks us to distract them while they run away with it. Before we can refuse, they’re off.

And that’s that. Meanwhile, Azdaja and Konyyl seem to be tending blackromwards so... yeah. That’s a thing.

Wanshi

Now for a very small troll. Wanshi is written by Lalo Hunt, who wrote Tagora, Tyzias and Galekh. Really likes to write the nerds, huh.

We decide to spontaneously pop down to the library.

The narrator makes the same observation as me about the shelves...

It turns out this shoe is on a troll, hiding inside this shelf to read ‘Scribblejournal of a Cullable Wiggler’. Guess they changed ‘Diary’ to ‘Scribblejournal’ during production at some point.

Wanshi’s theme has soft piano music. It’s titled ‘idk man you name it i’m tired’. Oh, that James Roach and his wacky song names!

We decide to butt in on her reading.

On realising how young Wanshi is, the protagonist muses that they’ve managed to befriend a few other kids, and we get a very interesting bit of narration...

So our protagonist dreams about the failure branches? Given the connection between dreams, death and the Furthest Ring, that fits.

Since she’s a Jadeblood, she’d likely know Bronya, right. I’m very curious about this brain room. Let’s go there first.

Her quirk, apart from the little bookending []s, is capital Ws and lowercase everything else. She’s five and a half sweeps old, which is almost the age of the Homestuck cast when we first encounter them (so she’s about 12 in human terms).

We wonder why she’s wandering outside the caverns. She explains...

We make our way to the brain room. She asks us what a ‘brain’ is - because of course Trolls say ‘thinkpan’.

Considering that there’s no reason for Alternian and English to be the same, I kind of half suspect Doc Scratch has just been fucking with us all this time.

Unfortunately, we can’t enter the thinkpan room, and there’s a scary looking guard there. So we move on. Apparently the reason she was escaping was to go to ‘beastcon’.

Oh god have we found a troll furry.

Apparently she writes ‘soldier purrbeasts’ fanfic. Hmm... not sure what that is. It could be this series of YA books?

We hear what the Jades have been saying about us.

Aww.

I’m not sure what it is we know, except for occasionally being able to give out fairly good relationship advice, but who knows? Our reputation precedes us.

She asks us to take her to the con.

I want to see this con. We make a hurried escape from the library as the guard approaches.

Of course the anime nerds would go.

We head off, guided by Gorgle Maps, and Wanshi excitedly observes the world outside the brooding caverns.

Alas, on the way to the con, we find a dead troll.

For once, we’re with someone who isn’t utterly desensitised to brutal violence.

Indeed...

Indeed.

She shakes it off relatively soon, and we reach the con.

Honestly I’m not exactly sure what this is a parody of, if anything specific. ‘Anime con and renaissance faire’ indeed.

Apparently the attractions include cholerbear riding and a... ‘coslay competition’. Which is entirely different, we soon learn, to ‘cosplay’. We consider calling Bronya to pick her up, when...

a rampaging bear interrupts the conversation.

Whoops. Not exactly a place for kids. We throw her in a bush and... grab a katana? That’s just lying around? Yeah good luck with that...

We fucking stab a bear with a katana to protect a small child we met less than an hour ago. Alternia must be getting to us.

Unfortunately, sheer guts doesn’t save us. We get crushed under the bear.

That’s one way to go out, huh. Well, I guess Wanshi learned way more about death than she bargained on.

OK, side branches. First, asking if Bronya is around instead of taking her to see the brain room.

Snitches get stitches.

Well, the kind you get from running, anyhow. Wanshi’s out.

OK, now to actually befriend her and survive the process. We’ll pretend to take her to the con instead of actually going.

The narrator tries to figure out how to refuse her request.

We narrowly escape from the guard - which Wanshi terms ‘bonding hijinks’ - and take her on a roundabout route home. She gets to enjoy the sights.

The protag is so endeared that they decide to take her to see their crashed spaceship. This reminds them that Vikare exists and they haven’t texted in ages.

I guess Vikare isn’t just forgettable to the readers!

Anyway, after pocketing a few of the remaining bits, Wanshi asks us to get a move on to get her to the con.

So we fess up.

She’s not pleased.

We have a slump. There’s an allusion to that ‘bitch of an Earth’ line that didn’t quite make it from ‘popular Tumblr post’ to ‘meme’.

Though she’s still pissed, she appreciates our honesty. Some Social Commentary...

At that point, we get some texts from Tegiri and Polypa, respectively telling us to come to the con and stay far away. Seems the whole cholerbear incident does happen in both branches this time.

This, at least, cheers Wanshi up a bit.

Anyway, though she didn’t get the chance to make friends at the con, she’s got us. We get invited to RP with her...

...as cats.

She’d get on well with Nepeta, huh.

We learn a little about Soldier Purrbeasts.

So...

Warriors is a series of novels  published by HarperCollins.

It is written by authors Kate Cary, Cherith Baldry, and Tui Sutherland, with the plot developed by editor Victoria Holmes, who collectively use the pseudonym Erin Hunter. The series follows the adventures of four, later five, clans of wild cats—ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan, RiverClan, and SkyClan, who will not be introduced into the territories until "A Vision of Shadows" —in their forest and lake homes, who look up to StarClan, the spirits of their warriors ancestors, who guide the four clans. They also follow the warrior code, a set of rules established in order to keep the clans as civil factions.

...sounds like I was write to guess it was a parody of this franchise?

The narrator kind of struggles to get it.

But with some prodding from Wanshi, we purple up our prose and find our way to suitably overblown dialogue. Even if it’s ‘not really a starcaste approach’.

Eventually, we get back to the Jade caverns, and find Lynera at a full five knives.

Luckily, our presence calms her down somewhat - as low as two knives! But before we can leave them to sort things out, Wanshi has a gift...

That says ‘Soldiers’. So yeah, definitely a parody of Warriors. These books were first released around 2003, roughly contemporary with books like Mortal Engines, The Edge Chronicles, Artemis Fowl, Alex Rider, and Maximum Ride. Given that, I’m honestly surprised I never read them! Maybe it was more of an American thing.

And like that, we’ve made a friend. uwu

We’re in the endgame now. Expecting I’ll finish this... probably not tomorrow, but likely Friday.

[actionjaxkol]

Eighth Crystal

“You ever have those days where you wake up angry and it never really goes away? Those days where you keep catching your hands curled into fists and your muscles ache with tension. Where your teeth itch like you want to bite and your chest tightens with every conversation like you’re waiting for an argument?

Yeah. I’m having one of those days.

Honestly I’ve felt weird ever since that stupid void crystal thing. Or maybe it even goes back to the chick in the Park trying to make my life miserable. But… either way. Last week when I was helping with the Tap, I was given a void crystal by this chick who was… really… really aggressive. I have enough issues with her since she was basically blaming me for my current station but I didn’t let her chase me off. After the Park though… I decided I didn’t want her ‘gift’ anymore.

At first I thought it’d be cool to get to barter with Jiira and Aida by having a ‘weirdcrystal’ but this guy who turned out to be a cop started trying to guilt and threaten me into giving it up instead. In the end I decided to keep it and got a really good look at it. It sorta reminded me of a soul shard, but… not. The color was all off – in that there was no color. It’s like instead, it just sucked all the light from everything around it, like color just slid off of its surface.

So, my dumb ass, thinking ‘Oh, I’ve messed with mana crystals and soul shards before’ wants to see if I can manipulate a void crystal the same way you would a soul shard. So I’m thinkin’ I could split it. Keep one for myself, use the other as barter fodder. I’ve got it in my hands and I start trying to manipulate it like I would a soul shard or a mana crystal, focusing on the way the energies weave and trying to coax them apart. And the second I urge that first strand of weird energy from the rest, it’s like something lashes at me and my brain is boiling with everything I’ve ever thought, everything that’s ever been said to me, all at once, deafening. I can feel Something picking up memories from the cacophony in my head, turning them over and around, selecting a few and it feels like there’s a barter going on in my own mind. ‘These thoughts, simple, useless thoughts, perspectives, ideas – you’re not using them. Let me take them and in return I’ll give –‘

I dropped the crystal and everyone was looking at me. I let Velius give it to Jiira to be warded. They asked if I was okay and I lied and said I was fine. It doesn’t matter. It was stupid – I was stupid – and it’s fine now. I just tried to get on with the rest of my day. I saw Suds later that night and told him about it. Aside from calling me an idiot, which I deserved, he told me I need to watch out for missing or wrong memories. Which…. I guess I’m seeing.

I thought Pryn had dyed her hair blue for the Fire Festival and was fucking with me when I asked her about it. But then I went over the song I’m writing for her and it references red so… I guess not.

A shadow priest’s victim doesn’t know they’re a victim. Light ain’t that the truth…

I hate priests. No wait, I don’t. I hate shadow priests. …No, I hate mindwalkers. I don’t know I kind of hate everything right now.

I should be eating but I don’t have an appetite. Last night Pryn said that she wanted to figure out more of where she came from. Good. Finally! It’s been long enough, how can you just sit on something that big for that long? How do you have such a mystery about yourself – how do you not even know where you came from and just be all ‘oh it’s whatever’ about it??

Mmmm… I’d go look myself, go hunt for answers but I’m not the key. I wouldn’t even know what I was looking for… I want to help her find answers but I can’t… twist her arm, no matter how much I want to. I don’t even know how to get her moving on this. I guess maybe she already is now, I just gotta make sure she doesn’t stop even if things get scary. Sera either.

So, after that I went back to the Keg in a pretty shit mood, but Val needed help writing a love letter so… I really enjoyed that… Especially when the target of said love letter walked in. I also might have been a little drunk by the time it was all said and done. The dwarf dude that everyone used to talk about is back and he’s a lot more… liberal with the libations than the others are.

I went to bed and… It’s weird how big it seems when there’s no one to share it with you. Between Izzy crashing with me or Pryn staying over, I’d gotten used to have someone warm next to me. At least I still have Oshu. For now.

So I woke up in a bad mood I haven’t been able to shake. And this long hair is hard to get used to. I haven’t had to put my hair up in like… years. I’m surprised I remember how to. We were out on our first run – the leader is this Kal’dorei woman who can just move man, she gives entire lectures on the nature of Honor and the Light while we’re all panting to keep up – not even phased, she’s amazing. We were out on our run and this big guy who has been giving me shit since we started comes up beside me and starts teasing me about my hair. He’s huge, I think he’s Gilnean, I’m not sure if he’s afflicted or not and I don’t like him enough to care.

I can ignore comments well enough, I’ve been called worse by better. But the second he touched me, the second I felt his fingers on my foxtail, I turned around and just slugged him. He was still moving forward, and he ran himself right into my fist. I’d never punched someone before, and it was… weird. Feeling the softness of his flesh and then the hard bone beneath. The way I could feel the energy from my momentum transfer into his jaw. The way his feet came out from under him and his body went backwards. It all just felt like slow motion.

I wanted to jump on him and slam his head into the cobblestones, vent weeks and months and years of frustration on him. I wanted to stomp on his wrist and make it crack. I wanted to kneel on his elbows and press my palms into his throat, make him pay for every crime that had ever been inflicted on me, every sacrifice that had been taken out of my flesh to quench someone else’s desires. I wanted to make him bleed.

But I didn’t.

Instead I just stood there, glaring at him as he cussed and swore at me. I didn’t fight when they pulled me away, like they could read my angry thoughts and were afraid I’d act on them. I waited while he told his side of the story to our Instructor, and gave mine when it was my turn. I cooperated as they lead me to Sister Ander’s office like a criminal. She brought me breakfast and disappeared to figure out what’s going on. I don’t know what my punishment is going to be.

I don’t know how this works. I don’t want to be kicked out of the Argents but… I’m at their mercy I guess. I’m tired. I’m angry. I don’t know what’s going to happen and… Yeah…”

[maetaamong]

Ninety-Two Truths Tag

Tagged by the power couple @achuu-nice​ and @lipstick-chathao​

Rules: once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged

🌙 LAST

drink: I tried making a black sesame latte tonight and it failed miserably so I made a cup of miso soup and drank that  phone call: I don’t really call people??? On my phone it was my horse riding coach, and on Skype it was my friend Jordan and @undinefin​  
text message: Phone: “okay” and Skype: “wow I love him” (I was referring to NCT’s Doyoung lmao) song you listened to: new by LOONA time you cried: mmm a few days ago because of something my mom said???

🌙 HAVE YOU EVER

dated someone twice: mmmm I don’t think so been cheated on: thankfully no kissed someone and regretted it: nope, but I have kissed someone and gotten into deep shit for it lost someone special: ...Jonghyun 
been depressed: I’ve had my fair share of low points but I always manage to bounce back up, so I’d personally say no been drunk and thrown up: I only just tried alcohol for the first time a few days ago (it was 4% and was with my mom let me live, I’m a smol)

🌙 IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU

made a new friend: I’ve made so many new friends in this past year, both online and offline, and wow I love you guys so much 
fallen out of love: a couple times 
met someone who changed you: I’d probably have to say @lipstick-chathao​ and @undinefin​ both for many many amazing reasons but thIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR SAPPINESS found out who your true friends are: definitely found out someone was talking about you: I don’t have any vivid memories of that happening (at least not good ones haha)

🌙 GENERAL

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: I know just four 
do you have any pets?: one Portuguese water dog, one Egyptian uromastyx, and one horse (she’s mixed idk her breed okay) do you want to change your name?: ahh I really like my real name, its kinda weird and kind of a mouthful but I think it suits me what time did you wake up this morning: 8am in a full blown panic cause class started in 25 minutes 
what were you doing last night: doing homework something you cannot wait for: moving out :) 
have you ever talked to a person named tom?: lmao yes, a guy at my past school was named Tommy what’s getting on your nerves right now: my mom 
blood type: - O 
nickname: Kiki or Kinki 
relationship status: single and Cuddle Horny™ zodiac sign: gemini 
pronouns: she/her
 favourite show: Black Mirror!! (I’d addicted send help) college: theres one that I have in mind that I really want to go to but my parents don’t support it so ehhh 
hair colour: think of golden, sun-dried hay... yeah that 
do you have a crush on someone: kpop? yes, his name is Kim Hanbin. irl? maybe... shhhh 
what do you like about yourself: ...I like how quick I am to learn things??

🌙 FIRSTS

first surgery: when I was bitten in the face by a dog and had to get my nose fixed 
first piercing: I don’t have an piercings... needles are scary 
first sport you joined: oh god, I’ve been doing sports since I could breath. But if we’re thinking team sports then I’d say soccer 
first vacation: Cozumel first pair of sneakers: again, been doing sports since I could breath (not even kidding, my parents were the ones to bring their rolly-polly babies to the pool to dunk them in the water swim) so I have no clue

🌙 RIGHT NOW

eating: I’m not eating anything currently but I finished making myself a lunch for tomorrow about half an hour ago and tried a fish ball 
i’m about to: go to sleep after I finish these tumblr tags 
listening to: LOVE ME by iKON want kids: most likely, but in the future. I’m only sixteen lmao get married: I’d love to get married someday. I love love 
career: currently I am a high school student, but someday I’d love to get into horse training, breeding, or showing

🌙 WHICH IS BETTER

lips or eyes: lips, I’m a sucker for kisses 
hugs or kisses: weLL I ANSWERED THAT PREMATURELY 
shorter or taller: from a romantic perspective, I love tall boys and short girls troublemaker or hesitant: troublemakers are more fun in my eyes 
older or younger: either! 
romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous, more fun that way
 sensitive or loud: somewhere in between 
hookup or relationship: relationship, I need a cuddle buddy not a fuck buddy

🌙 HAVE YOU EVER

kissed a stranger: yep drank hard liquor: nope 
lost contacts/glasses: I wear neither sex on first date: I’m still a virgin 
broken someone’s heart: yes I have been arrested: nope, I’m a good child 
turned someone down: assuming we’re talking about being asked out, then yes... a few times fallen for a friend: unfortunately so

🌙 DO YOU BELIEVE

in yourself: deep down I do, but sometimes I falter and don’t miracles: nope :) 
love at first sight: I believe in infatuation at first sight

I’ll tag my crew (even tho I’m sure some/most of you have already been tagged) @thedaysix @undinefin @busanschubs@cinnagyeom-roll @llavkey @sambashua @jinglehoonie @seventeen-teen-teen-trash @astrayminho @jeongn @smittenbyschmidt and @joy-bangtan

[bishicat]

It’s TAG TIME!!

Rules: Tag people you want to know more about!

Tagged by: @nordickzz :D thank you my dude

Were you named after anyone?

Well, my dad named me “Justine” because one, my parents wanted my sister and I to match (J & J), and two, because he wanted to name me after the virtue Justice

When was the last time you cried?

Lol it’s weird because the last time was when my sister and I were talking about Coraline’s The Other Mother and I got so freaked out I teared up a bit! IT’S A SCARY AF MOVIE OK

Do you like your handwriting?

I don’t love my handwriting, but I like it enough. It’s pretty clean and small and easily readable when I write normally. I also find my cursive writing quite nice too (^_^). But then again, my handwriting can go downhill really fast when my hand tires, or when I write in-class essays

What’s your favorite lunch meat?

SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAAAAAAAAAM

Do you have kids?

Though kids love me like flies loOoOoove sugar water, I don’t plan on having any anytime soon (I’m only 17 y’all!! I’m basically a child myself)

If you were a different person, would you be friends with you?

Hell yeah. We would bond over our shared solavellan love and various fandom stuff. Also, I think we would cook meals together, idk just a thought. Our chats would mostly consist of gifs and vague meme references and inside jokes we don’t know the origin to anymore.

Do you use sarcasm?

HA. OF COURSE NOT~~~ :)

Do you still have your tonsils?

Yuppers

Would you bungee jump?

No. Heights + a cloth contraption being the only thing to hold me = death

What’s your favorite cereal?

I don’t often eat cereal, but I really really like Cocoa Pops—the one with the monkey in a baseball hat. The thing is tho, is that I like eating the cereal when it gets really soggy and almost like mush but with the slightest bit of cronch.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It depends on how easily I can slip them back on

Do you think you are a strong person?

To quote the sad chocolate man: “I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.”

What’s your favorite ice cream?

Green. Tea. Is. The. Shit.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes and clothing choices. Afterwards, I observe how they treat my and the others around them. If they have a shitty personality, I tend to steer away from them

What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself?

I think I would say…. My natural eyebrows that haven���t been filled in yet. The hairs are just too sparse and light that without makeup, I don’t look as good as I could have if only my brows were thicker. Another thing would be my little tummy pooch. I get a bit self-conscious every time I wear something tight-fitting and I eat, or I haven’t gone to the washroom in a while.

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

Since I’m at home I’m wearing my 4 day old light blue Snoopy jammies (that are stained with a bit of soy sauce)  and bright pink Hello Kitty socks with purple and yellow stripes. I am a fashion goddess.

What are you listening to right now?

Dandelion Wine by Gregory Alan Isakov 💜 He makes such wonderful relaxing music

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

A shade of blue, maybe powder blue?

Favorite smell?

Mkay, so my favorite smells are pretty strange, so be prepared. I LOVE the smell of plaster (the kind where it’s a powder and you have to mix in water, it smells divine), the smell of a freshly painted room, a storage room that’s been closed off for a couple of months (so it’s dark and musty mmmm), fresh laundry, hell even the washing machine! I also love the smell of freshly baked bread, cooked rice, and clean cold air.

Who was the last person you talked on the phone with?

….my mother

Favorite sport to watch?

You’re kidding me right

Hair color?

Naturally, my hair is the black-brown shade that is typical of us Asians. Last Christmas I dyed 90% of it purple though, so now I fluctuate between different shades such as Amethyst or Indigo. I plan on dyeing the whole thing again to a lighter color, maybe blue (or even silver?? :0) this time!

Eye color?

Black, like my tea

Do you wear contacts?

Sadly, my eyesight is so very bad. I wear glasses though because I can’t imagine my face without them (I’ve been wearing glasses since I was 6)

Favorite food?

Hmmmm I love the bread that I bake weekly, be it pita, focaccia, rolls, or whatever. I… honestly don’t know what my favorite dish is, I love everything!

Scary movie or comedy?

Gimme a scary movie to watch with my sisters and we will make it a comedy, no matter what.

Last movie you watched?

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron ♡♡ I love that movie so much, BE FREE SPIRIT BE FREEEEE

What color shirt are you wearing?

This ratty ass yellow t-shirt I got when I was in grade 8 for free (hell yes). It has the school logo emblazoned on the front, 2 poorly-mended holes near the right armpit area, and a tiny little puncture around the boob area from when I bathed my cat and he held onto my shirt for dear life... I should probably trash this shirt

Summer or winter?

Why isn’t Fall an option?? If I had to choose, I would pick the mildest of winters, because screw u summer and your bugs and your oppressive heat

Hugs or kisses?

I’m not very comfortable with body touches (whenever someone touches my face I blush really fast), but I would prefer hugs over kisses because believe it or not, I’ve never been kissed (romantically) before, and my family and friends were never really touchy-feely with their lips 😘

Book you’re currently reading?

Well, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is a required read for school right now, and I do not like it. At all. In my personal time, I’m thinking of reading The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula Le Guinn cause why tf not amiright

Who do you miss right now?

Julian Devorak :_: come back to me bby….

What’s on your mouse pad?

I don’t use a mouse pad, I use one of those trackball mouse things (mice? What’s the plural of computer mouse/mice????)

What’s the last TV program you watched?

Big Mouth. I binge watched the show and surprisingly, I need more

What’s the best sound?

My cat scratching his scratch post <3

Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

If I were alive in the 60’s, I’m pretty sure I’d be a hippie and a fan of The Beatles

What’s the furthest you ever traveled?

Does the migration from Southeast Asia to Canada count?

Do you have a special talent?

Well, I draw pretty well if I do say so myself. I also bake and cook too, like everyday (I’m in charge of dinner all the time). Otherwise, I’m pretty average at everything else

Where were you born?

The Pearl of the Orient, the Philippines!! A lot of people find it confusing when I tell them I’m Chinese but I was born in the Philippines. I just don’t understand what is so confusing about it. Just like how there are multiple races in the USA or hell, even Canada, there is more than one race in the Philippines too.

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