#more half naked Johnny smoking (hot) because why not

[mrssimply]

Look who's back with the same bullshit as before?

(This goes for him and me lol)

[shinycorvidae]

Head Cannon Dump Part 4 of 6

The two Vs, NV/Vic/V Part 1: Physicality and Personality

-NV is Vic, my V, a nomad

-Hiro or SKV, her roommate, then friend, then lover, Street kid background (vaguely), hes @smilepal s

Basic/Physical:

She's 28, at game start

Half Cuban, half white and has lived in a desert for most of her life so she has warm brown tanned skin. Warm yellow/brown eyes which can look piercingly through you or soft and understanding depending on her mood.

Her hair is a blue color with a tinge of green. It was supposed to be a forest green but her sister grabbed the wrong bottle of perma-dye when they broke into the local ripperdoc's clinic to dye their hair.

Her lips are also permanently colored. She likens it to war paint but she doesn't want the hassle of applying it/worrying about it rubbing off.

Ex-nomad, sleeps like the dead anywhere because she's used to having people around to watch her back

Her bones crack like fucking glow sticks.

-Johnny: how are your bones in worse condition than mine were?? I was in my 30s?

-Vic *just finger guns*

Vic sleeps like an idiot, all contorted and sideways

-Hiro tries to push her back into a normal situation so she doesn’t wake up with her back hurting more than usual.

Has a snake tattoo snaking around her chest for Viper, got it with funds from the first mission with Jackie. She also has a devils head and Chippin' In lyrics on her back from her teen years.

V really didnt want to admit to Johnny that she was a samurai fan so she goes out of her way to not look at her back while hes in her head. "Who? Is that some bushido reenactment shit?"

This goes well until Johnny has control of her body and goes to the bathroom to check on her ribs, thinking he broke them.

-J: "I know, Vic."

-Nv: "What?"

-J: I know about your secret."

-Nv: "Ehehe secret? Wha-"

-J: "I SAW YOUR BACK V"

-Nv: "oh fu-"

-J: "BUSHIDO REENACTMENT MY ASS."

Pansexual.

She has a pair of mantis blades, which are basically a safety blanket for her, weapons that can't ever be taken away so she's never helpless. So when she's nervous/feeling helpless she runs her fingers over the seam of them.

They’re her weapon of last resort though so if you find her at home cleaning the blood off them, you know a mission went fucking sideways

They were her dad, Michael's, which he got from the army so they're military issue high end suckers. Also around 50 years old lmao.

They make Vik weep because finding replacement parts is impossible

V only smokes the occasional joint and gets drunk once in a blue moon. She's managed to avoid smoking completely and is pissed that Johnny tried to sabotage that.

“She gives him the occasional cigarettes "as a treat"

"Aww Johnny you were actually a decent human being, here have a cigarette"

"I'm not a fucking cat V"

"Just say thank you, Dickhead"

"Fuck off"

"Love you too"

Has a bullet wound scar on her thigh which is covered up with a simple black band tattoo. Her only other significant scars are some on her chest from a motorcycle crash as a 16 year old. She's always had decent access to a ripper doc so while she's been injured a lot, she doesn't have many scars

Personality:

V is a sweetheart. She honestly believes the best of everyone. She grew up in a nomad community where everyone worked together for the good of everyone, and kind of expects the same of everyone in night city.

She continues to trust people blindly, despite being burned a couple times. She has faith in herself to be able to fight her way out of a bad situation should she get backstabbed, so shed rather bet on people being generally good.

Life can be rough in the badlands. Resources are scarce. Vic learned how to conserve resources from a young age. Shes frugal with her money, hoards anything that might be useful, and is really into reusing/recycling things. Shes brought Hiro cyberware she pulled out of dead bodies and is generally handing with mechanical fixes.

This also applies to food. When youve had days were literally the only thing you had to eat that day were some dusty grasshoppers you managed to forage, your standards for food fall drastically.

This drives Hiro and Johnny nuts who often have to stop her from eating random/possibly poisoned food.

The fact that shes a blindly trusting person just amplifies this.

*V walking in with a plate of cookies*

"..whats that V?"

-Nv: "Oh hey, the neighbor gave me these cookies! Want some?"

*Johnny and Hiro who both know you shouldn't accept random food from strangers in Night City, immediately disposing of them.*

-Nv: "What a waste of food :("

-H: "HOW MANY DID YOU EAT?"

-J: "How did you live before us?!"

-H: "Jackie. It was definitely Jackie, the Saint."

-...Not very long later,

"we see you V, don't eat those out of the bin"

-Nv:" :("

She's very secure in her sexuality, a naturally attractive and sexual person. Her clan had very little sexual stigma at all, its hard to have any shame over sex when there's only tents without soundproof walls. Her whole clan was definitely also very into free love/poly/open relationships, to the point were most kids didn't know who their parents were and were raised communally. Having sex was just a platonic thing that just sort of happened.

-Nv: “It’s hard to get all embarrassed about privacy when you grew up in a place with only tent walls. It’s just sex.

-SKv: “V, you blush and get tongue-tied whenever the hot neighbor even vaguely looks your way.

-NV: “WELL I didn’t normally have to ASK for sex, it just kinda happened and flirting is HARD, AND YOU NIGHT CITY RESIDENTS ARE ALL SNEAKY ABOUT IT”

Shes used to having sex with her platonic friends, her first couple of one night stands in NC were just an absolute mess--then she tried to sleep with Jackie which went predictably well.

-NV: “Do you want to have sex?”

-Jackie: *Chokes on his tequila. “What?! I’m with Misty??”

-NV: “...and?”

-Jackie: “I mean...I mean you never gave any signs?!

-NV: “Signs??”

-Jackie: “Hermana, most people in NC don’t just sleep with their friends. I mean. They do. But they don’t. It’s complicated.”

-NV: “Obviously.”

Considering that, V is. HORRID. at flirting in Night City. She's never really had to do that kind of verbal dance before and a lot of come on/innuendo goes over her head. She also has zero body shame and often walks around their apartment naked and will change nonchalantly in public.

-Nv: *Noticing people staring at her at the club and going into work mode*

-Hiro: *Noticing Nv counting the exits*

"what's wrong?"

-Nv: "That man's staring at me. Maybe he's Arasaka."

-Hiro: "He's staring at your ass, V."

-Nv: "Oh."

Definitely has the occasional “why the fuck didn’t you just say so?!” moments with the boys

*Cue SKv trying to be seductive all day, dropping things and bending over to get them all slow, changing in the living room/working out shirtless, ect. Nv is appreciative but she doesn’t really do anything, and by the end of the day*

-SKv: “For the love of god JUST FUCK ME ALREADY”

-Nv: “What? Alright, geeze all you had to do was ask.”

As trusting as V is, she's an amazing soldier. Her ex military father has been training her to kill people and protect their clan since she was six. She killed her first human at 9 years old.

Due to this while she is a friendly, happy person when she's in a fight or during a mission, she becomes a cold and calculated person, all emotion wiping from her face. She makes quick, decisive decisions, cutting her enemies down at the knees before they have a chance to fight back.

She's a brutal shot with her sniper rifle, knows her way around precision rifle and is deadly with knives both as a close range and throwing weapon.

Vic has a tactical brain/training and is always planning. Its instinct by now. Planning the exits to a room, the quickest way to take down any possible assailants, an enemys open weak points. She takes pride in her skills as a soldier as she sees it as her way of protecting/providing for her family.

As outgoing a person she is she sometimes goes too far when in 'work mode' and needs Hiro to be her moral compass/pull her back.

Her ways of tackling missions is finding a snipers nest and waiting patiently until the perfect moment presents itself, no longer how long that takes. Plus a healthy dose of stealth and pinpoint accuracy.

It takes a lot to push her to revenge but if you threaten her family, she will pick you, your backup, adult (v doesnt touch kids.) family and resources apart methodically, patiently and brutally until your the last one standing. Then she will let you stew, waiting for her final shot. It could come immediately, a week later or even a month

[solcheeky]

From dearest bubble bath anon: a bulleted scenario for stoner/neighbour hyuck who came over his friend's house to take a shower but accidentally found them in a bubble bath (dw not fully naked prolly wearing a bathing suit or whteva). so he gets invited in but his legs are too long to fit inside the tub so he cages his friend in with his legs to get them closer and they have a friend to lovers moment(suggestive content or not - up to u)

cont. (Idm if u make the reader female/male/Gender neutral) whtever makes u feel comfortable I’ll read it regardless bcs it’ll obvi be the best!!

warning: mature content

a/n, let me just add context: you and hyuck have been best-friends since you were kids and now he lives next door to you in university. except, you really don’t know what the use is of the wall that separates the two of your spaces because he’s always over at yours or vice versa. at this point there’s no such thing as boundaries. ahem hyuck thinks boundaries are for pussies. so, you’re both at such a high level of comfortableness that hyuck takes shits with the door open and you don’t need to leave a room to get changed. so much so, people sometimes thing yall are dating—but that’s not the point. you guys are just cool like that, okay continue

“hey buttface! your door is unlocked again!” donghyuck calls into your apartment the moment he steps in

seeing the lack of your appearance in the living room, he slips off his shoes (carelessly nudging them out of the way) and throws his jacket and backpack into your sofa

pulling at the sleeves of his hoodie, he first makes his way to the kitchen, “my dumb shower is busted again, and I need to use yours!” but his words echo in the emptiness of the room

“y/n?” leaving his hoodie on your counter he makes his way deeper into your apartment, but this time, speaking up a little louder. “I was going to go bother mark but you’re just so much closer so-” donghyuck slips an arm out one sleeve of his t-shirt letting it half rest on his shoulder

then stops to stand in front of your closed bedroom door. “you’re asleep, aren’t you?” he sighs under his breath

“whatever,” taking one step back his hand naturally finds the doorknob to the bathroom behind him, “you can’t say I didn’t ask.”

then he swiftly takes a step backwards into the bathroom and closes the door in front of him.

pulling the rest of his t-shirt over his face he spins around only to find you under a sea of bubbles occupying the tub, eyes closed and headphones on

“jeez!” donghyuck jumps in his spot, clutching his top to his chest at your totally unexpected appearance, “y/n!” 

you open your eyes to see the shirtless boy backed up against the bathroom door

with the music you had blasting in your ears, you weren’t surprised you hadn’t heard him at all up until this point

“oh, hyuck?” you casually lift one side of your headphones off, giving him the weirdest look. “what are you doing here?”

“you scared me.” he says, shoulders relaxing at the sight of just your innocent self. “I thought you were something else.”

chucking his shirt on the closed toilet seat, he runs his fingers through his hair and rubs his chest with the other.

“rude.” you joke flicking a little bit of bath-water his way

but he swiftly dodges with a bubble of laughter

“what are you doing here?” you pull your headphones off completely and donghyuck helps you place them next to the sink, “I thought you were at johhny’s?” 

“firstly, learn to lock your door.” 

you splash more water at him

“and secondly, I need to use your shower.” he says so blatantly, “my one’s out again.” 

you scoff at him, “uh. I don’t know if you can tell, but it’s kind of occupied at the moment.” you lift your hands up at him a little dumbfounded.

he always does this; invade what little you had left of alone time.

“so?” donghyuck unbuckles his belt and shrugs, “just move over a little bit.”

“nooo, no hyuck” you groan in annoyance, “please, don’t be a dickhead. I wanted to relax”

“and I want to get clean.” he rebuts kicking his jeans off in your direction

they land with a puff of air on the floor adjacent to the tub

“jesus hyuck, you smell like cat piss” 

“we hotboxed johnny’s bathroom. and no I don’t, my clothes do.” 

you give him a dry look.

“you’re overreacting.” he whines. you always chat the most shit about how much smoking smells but do it anyways, it was stupidly cute.

now, donghyuck stood hands on hips, in the middle of your bathroom in only his boxers

he looks at you expectantly as if he were waiting for you to make some room

but you warn him with your eyes not to step any closer 

donghyuck sniffs, lifting his nose high and nodding his head continuously, “okay. alright,” he presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek, “fine.” 

just when you think he’s going to back away, he takes two big strides over towards the tub

“no, hyuck, you fat shit- don’t!” you grab onto his wrist when he tries to stabilize himself with the rim of the tub

you start laughing when his knees send a wave of water up your chin

“quit being a wuss.” then he’s already half in the water with you and laughing all the same

“I’m not! you’re just- hyuck!”

“stay still!”

“your legs are too fucking long!-”

“you love my legs.”

“not when they’re in my bath! g- hyuck!-”

donghyuck pulls at your wrist to yank you forward to make enough room for him to slip behind you and get you tucked perfectly between his stupid long legs.

clasp still around your wrist, he folds your arm against your chest from behind to push you backwards into his frame

“there,” his bare chest felt hot against your back. “we fit.”

“I hate you.” once he lets go, you rub your wrist acting as if it hurt

so donghyuck takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours before pulling it under the water. “you’re such a liar.” he likes to think you say things like that on purpose

you squeeze his hand from underneath, he wasn’t completely wrong.

soon enough, you settle comfortably against his body, moving your shoulders a little whilst donghyuck adjusts to your weight. 

“see.” donghyuck smiles smug against the shell of your ear. “we should do this more often.”

you sigh in plain annoyance, but regardless, close your eyes and lean your head back until it rests comfortably on his shoulder

“you’re so annoying” you exhale

donghyuck laughs and you realize you love the sound of it so close to your ears

“yeah, whatever.” his smiling lips reach down until they press gently into the dip of your shoulder

when he pulls away, his touch leaves a glimmer of heat under your skin you can’t ignore

it isn’t the first time donghyuck has kissed you. but it was definitely the first time you had felt anything more

usually it was a peck on the back of your hand, or an annoying smooch into your cheek—never one into the bare skin of your shoulder

lips lingering a little too long, donghyuck almost forgets that he can’t leave kisses across the rest of your skin, so instead he leans his head on the fist he kept propped up by his elbow on the edge of the tub

he generously lets his eyes trail down all the spots he wished his lips could mark

his chest ached at how vulnerably good you looked with your eyes closed and neck exposed

if only you were his

“jaehyun asked me if you were single.” donghyuck speaks up

so out of the blue it takes a moment to process what he’s even said

..he wants to talk about jaehyun?

you find it funny how he tells you that whilst sharing a damn bath with you and shamelessly holding your hand.

donghyuck waits for your response, his brows twitching at the way you seemed incredibly unfazed by the fact that the hottest guy you both knew wanted to know if you were single 

it made him wish he could read minds

“y/n-”

“shh. I’m trying to relax.” sure, jaehyun was insanely attractive. but there’s a reason why you cuddle with donghyuck every night.

at your reply, donghyuck shuts up, silently glad your eyes are still closed because he can’t stop the smug smile tugging at his lips

he releases the fist from under his cheek, dipping it below the surface of the water to draw circles on the highest point of your thigh

maybe he did mean as much to you as he thought he did…

“did you tell him I was?” you suddenly ask (too nonchalantly for his liking)

…or not. 

he frowns at your words, what was that supposed to mean?

donghyuck slips his fingers higher till they almost reach your hips and pinches, hard

“hyuck!” immediately, your eyes snap open and your hand shoots down to grip onto his pinching fingers.

donghyuck doesn’t expect to enjoy your reaction that much 

but he did.

something in him falls so deep at the way you jolt under his fingers and he can’t help but sink his teeth into the inviting dip of your shoulder right there, glistening with wet and so close under his chin

his plump lips latch onto your skin as he bites gently into your flesh and your hand quickly moves out of the water to the nape of his neck

a wave of heat shivers down your body and you fist at the hairs on the back of his neck

donghyuck has definitely crossed some new kind of boundaries.

for a moment, donghyuck snaps out of his adrenaline high, his breath evidently heavy against your skin as his bite leaves a lingering tingle of desire 

thinking maybe he’s gone a little too far, he tries to retract the other hand he had still laced with yours and simultaneously pull his nose away from your tempting shoulder

but you don’t let him.

your fingers squeeze his hand in the depths of the bath and your palm stays hot against the back of his neck

right, donghyuck assures himself, fuck boundaries.

this time, donghyuck bites painfully slower into the slope closer to your neck

it would’ve hurt if you weren’t so distracted by the burning feeling melting in the pit of your stomach when the hand he had pinching your hip slipped between your thighs

you exhale a shaky breath

and donghyucks heart swells

he adores the way your head rolls further back into his shoulder and the way you whimper so delicately into the shell of his ear

you were so fucking addicting

following up the curve of your neck, donghyuck finally gets a taste up your jaw until your hand slips from the nape of his neck to his cheek to guide his mouth to yours

in a moment so undefined, so boundless and so intimate, he kisses you for the first time

his lips caressing yours in a crashing wave of lust as he steals your breath

hunger and infatuation bleeds from his lips you almost drown in it, barely being able to keep up when the kneading of his lips turns wet with tongue

a moan gets muffled in the back of your throat and donghyuck slowly moves back

he doesn’t stray too far though, forehead against yours and nose so near you could breathe in his breath

“you taste gross.” you mutter, lips still bumping into his.

you blame johnny’s influence for the thick, bitter aftertaste donghyuck left on your tongue

donghyuck breaks out into a smile and his laughter echoes against the bathroom tiles

“fine.” he kisses your cheek first

then his lips find their way back down your jaw, “here okay?” 

you nod when his nose buries into your neck

“good.” he mumbles applying more pressure with the hand he had between your thighs

another moan erupts from your throat when he rubs more confidently against your front

“I didn’t give jaehyun an answer.” his words tumble hotly across the span of your neck, “told him I would ask you first.”

you can barely let out a whimper

“what should I tell him?” he lifts his hips against your back and you squeeze his hand

“what would you like me to tell him?” he corrects himself

“I-” 

you can’t think anymore when his teeth begin to punch into your neck again

“you what?” he delicately kisses the blossoming marks he’s branded into your skin

“I’m,” you don’t know what comes over you when you say it. but you do. “I might have some time for him”

donghyuck chuckles maliciously into your skin; even trapped under his touch you dared to be such a brat

he hums amused into your neck and your hand falls weak from his cheek to his jaw

“oh you will?” he bites into your skin and your back arches

your breath trembles but you challenge him either way, “maybe.”

with the hand between your legs, donghyuck harshly binds you backwards, pushing you impossibly further into his frame and letting his hips grind harder into you from behind

“you’re going to regret that.” 

end. 

(oh god I love how you wrote your request bc I know for sure you read my guidelines and how you gave me a plot line but simultaneously kept options open for me :0 anon, you’re great. also I left it up to you as to whether the reader is undressed or not ;* hah)

[fromthewifecage]

Kombatants and a clumsy S/O (aka: Oh shit I just dropped my sandwich on the floor)

This idea for some headkanons came from a silly chat with @gojihime99, and I just had to write something. Also I’m suffering from pretty horrendous PMT this month and occasionally, amongst the anger and annoying fits of sobbing, I become even more clumsy that normal. I’ve almost fallen down the stairs so many times in the last 2 days that I have no idea how I haven’t seriously hurt myself. This includes Erron Black, Johnny Cage (mention of Younger!Johnny but focused on Dad!Johnny), Nightwolf, Bi-Han, Kenshi (yes @malicedragoness, I finally included him for you, sorry it’s not full on filth), Kabal and Kano (again Kano is last so if you don’t like him you can ignore the end). It’s aiming for humour and fluff, with a hint of smut. Hope you like :D It’s quite long so do keep reading after the cut! Erron Black: This man has the reflexes of a magician. He’ll be relaxing with you, an arm slung around your shoulders, one hand stroking through your hair, whilst his other hand will be dancing a coin across his knuckles. You’re not complaining, talented fingers are very useful after all, but it’s unfair that he never seems to drop anything or even have to concentrate on making sure he doesn’t spill his drink when he’s carrying it, your drink, a bowl of snacks, and some napkins because it’s inevitable that you’ll spill said drink at least once. “Noooooooooo!” Erron appears in the doorway, thumbs hooked into his belt, feet crossed nonchalantly and a massive smirk on his infuriatingly sexy lips. “What you dropped this time, darlin’?” “Sandwich.” He snorts and saunters away, spurs jingling, the noise only half covering his low rumbly laughter. Sexy bloody bastard. Well the floor is clean, he knows you drop stuff occasionally (all the time) and so he takes time to mop the floor, all so you can take advantage of the 5 second rule. And he mops topless because it means you’ll get all hot and red and then your clothes will fall off and you’ll both end up fucking on the kitchen worktops. “Noooooooooo!” This time it’s Erron yelling and you running into the bedroom. There you find Erron sprawled on the bed, his smirk even smirkier. “You ok?!” “Looks like I fell on the bed. Gosh darn it.” His smirk curls into a predatory grin that sends a deep aching pulse to your core. Ugh. Stupid sexy bastard. Then ‘oh nooooo’ you’ve fallen too. And your clothes soon fall to the floor. Gosh darn it. Keep reading for more idiocy after the cut...

Johnny Cage: Younger!Johnny has no time for clumsiness and will roll his eyes whenever you trip up the stairs (how is that even a thing? Surely gravity should stop that? Stupid science). He’s a bit of a twat, let’s be honest. It’s when baby Cassie comes along that he experiences his own clumsiness for the first time. Being woken countless times a night and surviving for months on little to no sleep turns the once smoothly graceful man into a stumbling mess. It also shows him how dangerous a home can be and after he’s tripped over a dropped baby bottle seemingly 100 times in one night that he calls in his PA and has the apartment (Penthouse) baby (and sleepy Dad) proofed. Dad!Johnny is a much more understanding and kind man. “Noooooooooo!” Johnny runs into the kitchen, hair wet from the shower and sticking up in every possible direction, towel flapping, fists held in front of him, his entire body radiating green light. “You ok, baby?” You’re speechless, scared and he’s now worried. It’s after a good few minutes of him searching the kitchen, spouting off threats of serious bodily harm that you find your voice. “I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with me I didn’t mean to I’m sorry please don’t Hulk-out!” He’s puzzled at first, and kinda worried you’re unwell. that’s when he notices the green glow lighting up the kitchen. His face flushes red and he’s so damn adorable that you can’t help but pull him into your arms, and when you finally get him to tell you about the ‘glow’ you just about die with happiness. You wake him up the next morning wearing all the green clothes you own. “You ‘Hulking-out’ now, sweetheart?” “It’s my way of glowing, you know, cos I love you too.” Maybe you didn’t need to dig out that ill fitting green shirt, because he has that off you in mere seconds, and everything else you’re wearing. Neither of you leave the bedroom until you really need a sandwich. And he offers to make it this time. Nightwolf: He’s not one to comment on any clumsiness, that would be mean and the last thing he’d ever want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or ashamed of something you can’t really control. If you repeatedly drop or squish things he’ll rearrange his home to make it easier for you to move without bashing your hip into the edge of the table, repeatedly. He’ll think about why you might be clumsy, are you not paying attention, or is the table possessed by an evil demon who likes to watch you hurt yourself on it’s sharp corners? Maybe you’re overly stressed by your job? He wants to help, he wants you to be happy and besides, if your hip is sore then that might get in the way of rolling about naked together in the forest and that is not ok. “Noooooooooo!” Nightwolf runs into the kitchen in the most heroic way, hair loose and majestic, an axe tightly held ready to vanquish whatever is making you shout. He finds you pouting at a happy Kiba licking at the floor. “Are you alright, my love?” When it comes out that you’re sad because you dropped your sandwich on the kitchen floor and Kiba snaffled it in one big bite, Nightwolf is stunned. He puts down the axe and pulls you into his arms, stroking your back and trying oh so very hard not to laugh. “I’ll make you a new one, and we can go outside and watch the sunset whilst you eat it.” Nightwolf is the best. Especially when he’s butt naked and howling with pleasure into the night as you ride him, sandwich forgotten and uneaten in the picnic basket he put together. Bi-Han: The man can move as silently as smoke and as fluidly as water, so honestly, your clumsiness does annoy him. But he does admire that you don’t make a big deal (usually), that you clean up any mess, and you don’t ask him to modify his home to suit you, rather you accept you’re going to bash your hips against the edge of the table, or hit your head when you open a cabinet when looking for his secret chocolate supply (he’ll deny he has one). If you’re living together or at least spending time together out of bed, then he has actual feelings for you, so accepts your clumsiness as part of you, and wouldn’t dream of asking or trying to get you to change. He loves you as you are, clumsy dork or not, and you love him just the way he is, a big scary (sexy) assassin. “Noooooooooo!” Bi-Han saunters into the kitchen. He’s an exceptionally skilled assassin, he can tell if there is someone else is in the house, and it’s just you, and from the sound of it, you’ve dropped your sandwich. He leans against the doorframe and watches you sulk. “You’re cute when you pout.” You have to stomp over to the fridge to hide the smile that tries to erase your pout. When you find you’ve had the last of the cheese you really do pout. Bi-Han just grins that infuriating gin of his and nods towards a bag on the table. Inside is cheese, crisp salad leaves and your favourite bread from your favourite bakery, all the way over the other side of town. He knew you were running low on supplies and didn’t want you to go hungry. You reward him with a long lingering kiss and don’t even mention the blood smear staining the bag. Best not to. Plus Bi-Han has his hands under your top and you’d really rather not distract him from that. Kenshi: He would never deliberately intrude upon your thoughts without your express permission, but sometimes, especially if you’re thinking hard or are emotional about something, your thoughts project too loudly to ignore. There are also times that Kenshi feels he has to read your thoughts, for example if you’re upset or he’s genuinely worried about you. Your clumsiness confused him at first, he’d hear shrieks or thuds, you’d wince if he pressed against a bruise as his hands explored your body, and it took him breaching his own rules on telepathy and reading your mind to see what really happened. So he was relieved to find that you were not in danger, no-one was hurting you or making you anxious enough to lose focus and hurt yourself; you just lost focus on your surroundings, weren’t spatially aware of your own body or were paying attention to something else enough to walk into the wall, again. “Noooooooooo!” Kenshi strolls into the kitchen as the sandwich levitates off the ground and back onto the plate you’re holding. “My hero!” You squeak and rush to hug him. He’s a fantastic hugger so you barely need an excuse to wrap your arms around his wiry frame. The sandwich starts sliding off the plate again so Kenshi calmly hovers them both onto the table to let you hug him tighter. “Was this just a ploy to get me in your arms?” You laugh and hug him tighter. “No, but would you object if I tried it in the future? Or we can just pretend I’ve dropped my sandwich and you can still be all handsome and heroic and save me from possessed food?” His laughter is silenced by your lips pressing to his own and hands that tug at his crisply pressed shirt. His smile is too beautiful not to kiss. Kabal: Not only is he a speed demon, but he’s graceful as well. Quite how he can zip around at speeds so fast Sonic would be jealous AND manage not to knock anything over and avoid pedestrians is frankly unfair. At the start of your relationship he’ll zoom around moving things out of your way, but after you explain it feels overly protective and nannying, he stops (unless you're in serious danger). He understands your need to feel free, to grab onto any small chunks of personal freedom that you can, and admires that you can accept your ‘flaws’. He does tease you about it if you bump into something, but gently and with a smile, and he knows you can’t resist his smiles, so it’s doubly good, right? “Noooooooooo!” He’s there before you finish groaning out your frustration. “You ok?” “Dropped my sandwich.” He can’t help but laugh. “And there was me thinking it was a monster. Kinda hoped it was a monster so I could show off and slice it into pepperoni so you’d swoon and offer me anything I wanted for being your saviour.” “Oh, is that how it is?” You grin and grab a hold of his shirt, tugging him to press against you. He raises an eyebrow and grins, eyes sparkling. “You want me to get on my knees and show you how grateful I am for you rescuing me from the big bad sandwich?” It’s after you both breathlessly get to your feet having rolled around on the kitchen floor, that you notice what happened to the sandwich. Kabal jokingly offers you the bum-flattened bread. You both end up on the floor again when you tell him you’d rather eat his ass. Kano: Drop his stuff and he’ll get pissed off, drop your own and he’ll laugh. And if you drop food then he’s fully into the 5 second (or minutes/hours) rule. Food is food, and when you grow up dirt poor then a little bit of floor on your sandwich isn’t enough to throw it away. If you’re in a casual/fuck buddy thing with him then he’s not going to see you enough to witness your clumsiness, but once he develops feelings for you and wants you around, he finds pretty much everything you do cute and lovable. “Noooooooooo!” Kano barrels into the kitchen like a sexy (sexier?) crocodile Dundee, knives out, tits out, red eye glowing menacingly. He’s used to all manner of fuck off deadly shit in Australia, and in Russia you may not have ‘death on eight legs’ or Jaws waiting mouth open in a puddle, but you do get bears, wolves, and angry bastards who’ve run out of vodka. “You ok, love?” You pout and point to the floor. Your meticulously made sandwich (and you’d been thinking about it all day) lay on the floor. “Well, whilst you’re down there, love?” His grin is filthy and despite the horrendous line, you laugh. “Oh no, think it’s my turn, don’t you?” “Don’t have to ask me twice.” For a man his size he is far faster than you’d imagine, and he has his tongue inside you before you can really catch your breath. He even gives you the bigger half of the sandwich afterwards. He’s a softy really.

[johnshelbysbabygirll]

Russian Roulette I - JOHN SHELBY X READER

Words: 2361

Warnings: a lot of cursing, drugs, a little smut maybe idk

hello my loves!!

there is another imagine and this one it’s probably my favorite i’ve ever wrote bcs i’m a sucker for drama and angry John

and also for the same reason, there is a part II with smut and i’ll post it soon.

thank you and love you xx

"I can't believe I agreed with this fuckin stupid idea" John muttered again and you rolled your eyes in anger, looking on the window so you don't have to look at him.

"Would you shut the fuck up already, Johnny boy? You are bloody annoying." Arthur speaks loudly from the front seat, doing some lines and being annoyed at Tommy's driving.

He was true, John was a pain in your ass. You are in a car ride with them to the Russians house and it was the most awful car ride you ever had. You can cut the tension with a fucking knife. All of this only because you came with them at the party the Russians are organized tonight. Right, it was Polly's idea because she couldn’t make it, but then you became really excited about it and really wanted to. Thomas was unsure at first, but now he looked really fine with it, knowing it will be just a crazy party. On the other hand, John was a bomb who can explode anytime.

"Yeah, it will be fine." Tommy said and he was in a really good mood; grinning when he got into a hole, the snow almost spilling on Arthur's pants as he cursed his brother.

"Fuck off. All of you." He speaks again and you couldn't help it.

"You fuck off, John. What the fuck are you hiding? Why are you so angry with me being there?"

His glare could burn your skin to bone. Same as yours.

"This will be bloody fun" Arthur muttered to himself as he snorted all the line.

Half hour later you finally arrived, but they stopped you from getting out of the car. Again, Arthur was doing lines and he raised his eyebrows at you in the mirror, you nodded and you lifted up from the backseat, snorting a little. John sniffed and he lights up a cigar; he didn't told you a single word all the road and this upset you, that's why you accepted Arthur's offer.

"Okay [Y/N], I feel like if I'm not tellin you this again, John would shut me in my fuckin eyes, so listen. They will have girls, so you.."

"What about you, Tom?" Arthur smirked.

"Unfortunately, I have Tatiana."

"She's something else" John chuckled and Arthur did the same, as you and Tommy rolls your eyes. You did that the whole fucking time, but it was his fault. You don't wanna be jealous, what the hell that means?

"Yes, she's out of her bloody mind. Anyway, as I was saying, [Y/N] you are not..."

"I'm his whore, I know. And I won't say a single word." You repeated the things you've been hearing for two days straight and John glared at you.

"Good."

You all get out of the car and took a look at the big house in front of you.

"Remember lads, they are fucking insane. Fuck them."

You didn't believed back then. But now, you truly did.

The living room and the party was a orgy in it truest form and you never saw something like this before. Men kissing and pleasing other men, women tasting each other and others fucking right there without a shame. You wanted so bad to avoid seeing another man's cock, but it was hard and John looked at you; this time his face alarmed for a bit as he wanted so bad to protect your innocence, yet he was still mad and he can't show affection to his "whore". The music was so loud as Thomas was talking to the Russians, so John took the chance to talk into your ear, slowly touching your ass for the public.

"If something happens to you, I will lose my shit, so you better..."

"It won't."

He nodded and Thomas guided you all to a office you guessed. There was two other curvy and almost naked women, probably for Arthur.  Leon, as the boys called him, looked at Arthur, then at John, but his eyes slowly faded on you.

"This one was for you, John." He speaks with a strong accent and you tried your best not to frown. John grinned at her, but then he smacked your ass hard so everyone saw it and for the show, you bit on your lower lip while looking at him.

"Thank you, but this one is fo’ me. She's the best in Small Heath."

"And you couldn't leave her back at home, ey?"

"She can't resist without my filling her."

The Romanov family are laughing and Thomas and Arthur did the same, but they looked concerned about your reaction. You just looked at John like you wanted to fuck him right there. Even if you just wanted to rip his head off. Both of them. You know that this is his revenge for you wanting to come here, but you're not going to fed up.

"So women you are both mine tonight" Arthur smirked as he made himself comfortable on the sofa with both women on his each side, making him relax a little.

Tommy sat with Tatiana in his lap on another lounge, Leon on the chair behind his desk. John lays down on another lounge and you comfy sat on his lap; he puffed on his cigar as you are watching him in awe. Him not sure if you are truly or just playing your role. He wink at you and he let out all the smoke in your face, making you grin a little.

Soon they started talking business and you started talking with a lower voice with Tatiana, Isabella and the other two women. Tatiana doesn't seem so bad, she was quite funny actually, but you started to get bored soon. Also a bit tipsy, just like everyone else. They don't drink that much whisky or rum, they drink vodka and that's what you also drink tonight. Arthur is drunk as hell already and he is kissing with both women, Tommy started to kiss Tatiana a little too passionate for the public and John...Well, his hand was resting for a while on your leg under your dress, but now he was playing with his fingers on your stomach area. You started to feel hot and you heavy breathed, just like he did watching you on his lap, almost straddling him.

"I want to fuck you so bad" he speaks with a not so low tone, but no one payed attention anyway. "You are beautiful."

You wanted to kiss him, but you are not sure if that's alright, so you let him do it when he feel it to.

"You are not mad at me anymore?"

"Oh, I am. And ya will get your punishment for that."

He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue quickly dominate yours. It was a rough and desperate kiss and you feel it right between your legs; your clit pulsing in lust. Unfortunately, John was pulled into another boring conversation about extending the business and drink a few more glasses of vodka in the meantime, just like you did but stopped when you reached your limit.

"I'm bored" Tatiana said as she finished her cigarette and she stands up quickly, lifting her dress up a little as she pulled out a revolver. "Let's play."

A devilish smirk was on her face as she checked the bullets; she keep one bullet in while the others falls on the floor.

"Play what?" You asked and you regret it immediately. Speak before you think.

"You'll see, doll." Thomas pulled her back into the lounge, but he couldn't control her. Leon watched careful what happened in front of his eyes.

"She's not playing. She's here to give me attention and pleasure, not to play a bloody game."

"Oh, John." She smiled at him, up on her feet again. "You all gonna be playing."

You heard Thomas cursing under his breath and everyone moved at the table, you still not knowing what his happening. John was tensed and he tightly grabbed your thigh before you two stand up and moved on the chairs.

"What the fuck is happenin'?" Arthur asked in a clearly drunken voice, with his up buttons ripped off, revealing his chest. Just like you weakened John's tie an hour ago.

"It's a stupid idea, Tatiana." Thomas said as he lights up a cigarette, Leon grinned.

"The night was quite boring actually. So...Why not?"

"Why not?" John raised an eyebrow, you confused between him and Arthur with his bitches still kissing his neck and chest. John clenched his jaw and shot down his glass of vodka. Thomas took him a glare, telling him to shut up.

"Yeah, why not?" Arthur talked again and you are a little concerned right now.

"I'm starting" Tatiana said and she lifted the gun to her temple with a big grin on her face.

John cursed under his breath again and he grabbed your hand under the table, but it didn't feel like an affection gesture, more like he was trying to make you watchful. But you already are, guessing what could happen next.

Tatiana pulled the trigger and you almost screamed under the music from the living room, scared as fuck, but nothing happened.

"Exciting as always" she says and she lights up another cigarette, watching now everyone from her chair. You can't help, but wonder how many times she played this game before and won every damn time.

"Russian roulette, it's been a while." Arthur speaks but he didn't seem too impressed, more concerned about the empty vodka bottle. The maid quickly replacing it with another one.

Thomas was next and he just finished his cigarette as he took the gun from Tatiana, he don't look happy at all. Neither scared. You can feel John tensed body next to you as he looked at his brothers, eye talking with them, Thomas mostly. He wasn't scared of his turn, he was scared of yours and the fact that you were before him. You, the woman he loves, can die right in front of his eyes because of a stupid fuckin game and he has to be not too interested about it since you are just a whore in front of the Russians. John and his brothers decided that it's better this way, if they will become enemies, they won't know John's weak spot that is clearly you. He hated himself for brought you here, in the middle of dangerous and crazy people. He knew right from the start that this it's a bad idea.

Thomas pulled the trigger and your heart skipped a beat, but nothing happened. He looked at you, his eyes full of concern, but you smiled a little to tell him that you are fine, but you are not.

It was Arthur's turn. You only hear the music from the living room, sometimes the moans and until now the giggles that came from Arthur's women, but right now they shouted it down because it is his turn.

It was a painful thing to watch your brothers in law with a gun at their heads; in fact, you see them as your brothers and you love them as much.

"I knew it from the first...I knew it was a fuckin bad idea, [Y/N]." John whispered in your hair; he made a pause, licking his lips then he continued. "You're fuckin stubbornness it's going to kill you tonight."

You didn't have the time to react cause Arthur pulled the trigger. You were glad nothing happened, but now it was your turn and you and John's hearts are beating so loud, that you think that the others can see it in your chests.

"Come on, doll. You can do it." Tatiana said with a smirk and Arthur gave you the gun, not wanting to. He looked at you with big eyes and even in his drunk state, he realized what would mean for his brother if his woman would die. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't, just as Tommy. All eyes are on you.

You took a gun in your hand for the first time ever and it also may be the one that kills you.

Under the table, you grabbed John's hand with yours and you looked right into his eyes for a short moment. Your eyes say "i love you" and you try your best to hide your terrified face, but you don't know if you can.

John whispered back, closing his eyes in pain of regret. It didn't happen, but he already regret accepting it.

You slowly closed your eyes like the others did, but your hand is shaking on the gun. You took a gasp of air cause it may be your last and you thought at John and at his beautiful deep blue eyes, that always melts you on your feet.

And you pulled the trigger.

The time froze and you can't realized what happened in just one second.

Right after you pulled the trigger, John couldn't accept it and lifted up from his chair, throwing it away as he hit your hand. The bullet stopped into the wall when it should be in your head. The realization made your body shacking and you can feel the tears in your eyes as you try your best to keep your calm in front of the Russians.

Thomas and Arthur exhaled the air they kept in and John did the same so loudly that everyone in the room looked at him. Tatiana and Leon were confused, but they didn't say anything at all about this.

John shot it down another full glass of vodka to calm him down and kissed your hand under the table, whispering with his lips pressing against your smooth skin.

"You are gonna be so fuckin punished for this."

He bit hard on your skin and you bit on your lower lip at his words; excited, yet a little bit scared.

[cecesxwickedxocsx]

The Contortionist’s Tale

As told by Elizabeth ‘Bizzy’ Mikelle to Edward Mordrake on Halloween Night

CW: sexual abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of sex work, childhood trauma, underage drinking and smoking

“Mama always told me I was the curse that would lead to her downfall. That every bad thing that ever happened to her was my fault, that somehow, I was at the root of every bit of misfortune she was forced to endure.

“Daddy died before I was born, at least that’s what I had been told. That he was an honorable man gone before his time, but my Aunt Ruth, who never lied ‘I put the Ruth in truth’ was her favorite thing to say, she told me that my daddy was the local preacher man. He was married to another woman and my Mama was his mistress. She would stay late to help out at the church and when she got pregnant, she thought he’d leave his wife, that he’d do the right thing. Obviously, that didn’t happen.

“I was ten or eleven when Mama met Randy. She thought he was a good man, he didn’t seem to mind that she had me, he’d come around two or three times a week at first, with flowers for Mama, sometimes a toy for me. Then he started staying over more often, next thing I knew, Mama and Randy ran off and got married. She thought he was a good, God fearing man willing to take in a fake widow and her daughter.

“He was the first person to comment on my flexibility. He said ‘Damn Mary, why can’t you move like that in the bedroom?’ Mary is my Mama, she said something about him being a scoundrel. Randy laughed, and I laughed too, I didn’t know what he meant but I wanted to be in on the grown up joke. I should have known, the look in his eyes, that wasn’t a joke.

“Mama got pregnant a few months after that, she would eventually have my little brother, but she was still very pregnant when Randy snuck into my bed. I can still smell the liquor on his breath, hot against the back of my neck. He didn’t do anything that night, just laid there for a few minutes, his front pressed against my back. The minutes felt like hours as I waited, my eyes shut, refusing to move, refusing to acknowledge that I was awake and knew what was going on. His body rocked against mine a couple of times and then, as suddenly as he’d come in, he got up and walked out, leaving nothing behind but a stain on the sheets that Mama yelled at me for when she did laundry the next day.

“After that, it happened again and again. Not every night, but every couple of weeks he would sneak into my room, lay there with me and leave. I don’t think he knew that I knew it was happening. He never spoke to me, never tried to wake me, he’d just rock against me and leave. I didn’t know what was going on then, but I know now what he was doing, what those stains really were.

“Little Randy was born and it stopped for a long time. I think he knew that with Mama waking up to feed the baby so often, he couldn’t get away with it. That she’d find out what he was doing. I tried to tell Mama about it, about him coming into my room, but she didn’t believe me, she called me a liar and told me if I ever told another lie on Randy like that again, she’d slap me silly. So I didn’t.

“I wish I had never told Mama about Randy, because after that, she started treating me differently. I was a threat to her now. She got pregnant again, I guess to remind Randy that they were married, that she was his wife. She wouldn’t let me stretch anymore, especially not out where he could see it. She’d make comments about my clothes and my body. She loved to say things about me in front of Randy, I wasn’t mad about it. I wanted him to hate my body. I wanted him to agree with her and leave me alone because now that Little Randy was sleeping through the night, Randy was back in my room, even more than before.

“Mama had taken me out of school to help with the babies, I didn’t do good in school, but I liked getting out of the house, I had friends. I even had a boyfriend, Mama didn’t know about him, she wouldn’t have approved, said girls my age runnin’ around with boys were nothin but harlots. Loose women who didn’t know God.

“We knew God, Mama packed us up every Sunday to go to the local church, I tried to tell the preacher about Randy, he was the same preacher Aunt Ruth insisted was my daddy, if he was, he didn’t acknowledge it, he wouldn’t even look me in the eye, told me I shouldn’t tell stories on my daddy and when I told him Randy wasn’t my daddy, he said I needed to leave.

“I was thirteen when Randy took it a step further, when he touched me, his hot, calloused hands on my body. I ran away the next day. I knew Mama wouldn’t help me, I didn’t like living at home anymore anyway. Mama would leave me to take care of the babies all day while she went next door to be with Miss Susan. I didn’t know what they were doin, but when Mama came home, she was always flushed, and smilin’ until Randy came home. I know now, but at the time, I had no idea. So when I left, I knew I wouldn’t miss home, I wouldn’t miss anything about it.

“I packed up what little I had, a couple outfits, my bible, and about two dollars that some boys at church paid me in exchange for getting to look up my skirt. I had no idea where I was going to go or what I was going to do, I just needed to get out. I hopped on a train like I knew tramps did. It was easier than I thought, I just… hopped on, and rode it out west. I stayed on until I was too hungry to ignore it.

“I did that for a few days, getting up on trains whenever I could, the tramps were nice, they’d share food with me, they’re where I got a taste for moonshine. They also told stories. Stories of the places they’d been and one tramp, his name was Johnny, told me about a circus he’d seen, no, not a circus, a freak show. He told me about the lights and the glamour, about the bearded lady and the tiny girl. The way he talked about it, his eyes lit up, it was incredible. I was enamoured with it. I had to find it.

“I don’t think Elsa is magic, but somehow, after I heard this story, the train stopped, right next to the freak show. It was as if it were meant to be. I had to do some things I’m not… exactly proud of to get the money to  see the show. I couldn’t let it pass me by. The show was as spectacular as he made it sound with the music and the performances, I knew I needed to be here, I needed to be a part of this. This was my destiny. I stayed behind after the show, the train left without me and I new that I had to do this because I had no money, no ride and no idea when the next train would be coming through. I was fourteen by now and I didn’t look it. I was tall, I’ve always been tall, my body slender, legs for days, I’d been told. I snuck around the tents, trying to find her, trying to find Elsa, when she found me. Telling me that the tents were off limits to normal people.

“‘But I’m not normal’ I cried. She looked me up and down, taking in my all american apple pie looks but she didn’t scoff, didn’t toss me out, she took me to her tent, it was amazing, huge and impressive with silks and a sitting room. She offered me a cigarette, I took it, she offered me a drink, I asked if she had moonshine, she laughed and poured me something else. She asked me what I could do, what my freakish skill was. I couldn’t do it wearing what I was wearing, I would get tangled in my dress, so I took it off. Elsa didn’t say anything to this, simply watched as I placed my hands on the ground, lifting my feet up into a handstand, my entire body folding in half, backwards, my toes coming together under my chin, then continuing down to rest on the ground. I gave her the performance of my life, using every ounce of flexibility I had in my body. It was as if my bones were made of rubber, my body contorting into shapes that no human body should ever make, but mine always could. That flexibility that Randy had so admired.

“When I was done, Elsa stood up, handed me my dress and remained silent as I put it back on. ‘You’ll need a costume, it won’t do having a naked child on my stage’

‘So I’m in?’ I asked, my heart jumping up into my throat

‘For now’ she agreed, informing me that I could sleep on the couch in her tent for the night, tomorrow we would figure out the logistics. As I went to the couch, knowing I wasn’t going to sleep, she warned me not to come into the part of her tent that she slept in, I promised I wouldn’t. Then she asked about my parents, I assured her that it wouldn’t be a problem. She seemed to understand without me having to say another word.

“And now, here I’ve been, for the past five years, doing a show every night that Elsa’s asked. This show, this is my family. These are my people. The people who were suppose to love and protect me abandoned me for their own selfish desires, but in this show- the first time a man put his unwanted hands on me, Jimmy beat him into oblivion. Every year on my birthday, Ma- Ethel bakes me a cake and everyone sings to me. Elsa gave me my name, told me Elizabeth was the old me, that I needed a name fit for the banner. 

‘Bizzy’ she said ‘Bizzy is the new you’.

The show is my family and if you have to take me to save one of them, then so be it. I’m ready to go.”

[hdvrpg]

(Because these questions kind of assume a classic-old-school-run-of-play I tried to throw in an adventure hook into each of these because my games don't tend to follow that road).

The world was called Haftorang, First Warrior of the North Palace, and a multitude of other names. These survive only on the most ancient of maps.

In the most general of terms, it is hot, atmospherically soupy, and poor in metals. Most of it is given over to oily seas. The sun is distant and smouldering ulfire.

The game begins in an expanse known as Beyond-the-Goblin-Ear-Strait. It is a fatal gash of unbridled wilderness stretching north-south across the world across which sprawl thin skeins of mortal settlement. Our eclectic players are emigres,  defectors, exiles, and vagrants from across the Strait. The bitter owner of the sewn Skrom-skin craft which ferried you here died in a storm or mutiny and now the boat is (a piece of shit, but) collectively owned by you.

What is the deal with my cleric's religion?

The gods, originally only nominally worshipped, have returned to the surface of the earth. None have so many temples beyond the Strait as Gurazzar, He-of-the-Ninety-Nine-Mirrors, The Naked God, ruler of the night sky, wind, storms, obsidian, smoke, discord, tigers, and father of sorcery. His sorcerer-priests desire divisive battle and every grey morality to be considered. every ninth new moon the Overlord must walk the streets naked, painted peacock-blue and bearing weapons like a sorcerer-priest slaying anybody he finds.

Where can we go to buy standard equipment?

The port gets all the finished goods– tools, guns, weapons and armour that aren’t made of skins, bone, or obsidian studded witch-wood. Although such things have been disappearing recently and being replaced with versions made of gold, carved from crystal, or tooled in elaborately pelagic ceremonial designs. Merchants say it is Ikma in her fish-aspect come to protect her seafarers in their poverty and destitution.

Where can we go to get plate-mail custom fitted for this monster I just befriended?

They won’t want it. Dwarves despise metal, elves will shrink/grow/warp out of it the moment they get in, and just about everything else will eat it or you first.

Who is the mightiest wizard in the land?

The high sorcerer-priest of the Naked God, Terrible Kandza, wields magic of the ninth order. Few challenge this power, for magic even of the first order is forbidden to common wretches; except for perhaps the witch hunting librarians of Hexelheim, said to maintain in their library tomes which reveal the weaknesses of the gods themselves.

Who is the greatest warrior in the land?

The Overlord. It is said half his blood is the mind-altering sap known only as The Holy Mountain due to the amount the queen mother partook during her twelve-year pregnancy. For this he feels no pain, can see his enemies through walls, and can chop a horse in half with a club.

Who is the richest person in the land?

The council of Guilds, the ninety-nine blessed merchants of the region advising the Overlord and his priests, holds collective decree as owners of all the wealth Beyond the Strait.

Where can we go to get some magical healing?

Temples: Priests of Ikma can only touch wounds of life-threatening importance; Priests of the Rat god will tell you to embrace the wound as a blessing; ascetics of the Tiger-path will offer to eat your seven souls for protection from earthly wounds.

Where can we go to get cures for the following conditions: poison, disease, curse, level drain, lycanthropy, polymorph, alignment change, death, undeath?

The first two: your own house. Your door will be nailed shut for thirty days and painted by a priest with the sign of Ikma in the black-green blood of the fleshtree, the god of necessity. Level drain you can suck up because if you’ve been touched by a ghost in the Land you must wear a mask of that spirit for the rest of your life.  The last five (save alignment change) are best asked for at the goodwill of a local temple; if your alignment changes, accept the omen and embrace your new cause (Priesthoods often put the zeal of a convert to direct action).

Is there a magic guild my MU belongs to or that I can join in order to get more spells?

The librarians of Hexelheim, far south, accept the worthy; amongst other things you must renounce all religion, bring six witch-heads as tithe, and accept a gruelling apprenticeship which mostly involves fetch-quests, spell transcription, and gruesome public assassination of temple officials.

Where can I find an alchemist, sage or other expert NPC?

Alchemists are mostly devoted to explosives; in a well-avoided tenement or perhaps in the interrogative possession of the Librarians of Hexelheim. Temple priests function as much else; prophets, trip-guides, and healers. Oga the blind will fence anything in the Temple Markets for a cut and it is said Thirteen-Fingered Kalbo maintains his criminal court from within the city somewhere.

Where can I hire mercenaries?

Every temple has dedicated warriors who can be bribed for some gold or hired from their posts for more: or if you’re down and out consider a short monthlong stint in their ranks and they’ll pay you a favour back.

Is there any place on the map where swords are illegal, magic is outlawed or any other notable hassles from Johnny Law?

Yes. Everywhere (for magic) if you’re not noble or a priest; if you can get a sword made of metal the summary punishment for peasants is to be killed with your own sword.

Which way to the nearest tavern?

Alcohol is abhorred and anti-religious. Try imbibing the Holy Mountain at any of the regular temple trance-sessions.

What monsters are terrorising the countryside sufficiently that if I kill them I will become famous?

The Gods. Potentially seperate, considering it’s bold to assume it might help against gods: ask why any of the road patrols bother lugging around cannons everywhere they go

Are there any wars brewing I could go fight?

Wait till sunset; pick between any of the temples, guilds, and the various politically motivated violent groups that fill the darker streets and undercity at night with their state-sanctioned petty warfare.

How about gladiatorial arenas complete with hard-won glory and fabulous cash prizes?

There are street-leagues of Seven-Tongues-of-Fire players, a game where the main rule is to fight your opponent using a weapon that is “some form of live, poisonous, deadly, and previously enraged animal chained to the wrist of the wielder”. Also, try arranging a dawn duel with any of the merchant nobles; the prize is whatever’s on their corpse if you win and a fat bounty on your head.

Are there any secret societies with sinister agendas I could join and/or fight?

People keep disappearing for months on end and then reappearing at comfortable jobs amongst the king’s bureaucrats. Ask them.

What is there to eat around here?

The vicious, dark Skrom-beast is a trophy kill and life-giving staple here; one mature kill feeds a family for a season and the carcass is sold to shipwrights to be sewn into ships. Tax is recorded in Skrom-heads and is common unit of measurement (think fuckton). I. E. they are worth a lot.

Any legendary lost treasures I could be looking for?

The Yellow Hulks– solitary yellow ships with silent crews that arrive twice yearly carrying cargo of the finest textiles, slave-bands seeking life contracts, weapons made of real steel, and then leaving with equal weight in gold– have not arrived all year despite many sea-merchants having said to have passed them in the busy ocean routes or canals through the coastal swamps.

Where is the nearest dragon or other monster with Type H treasure?

Rivers of blood have been flowing from the semi-permanent villages in the inland wastes that spring up around the ancient temples there.

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774.

A How artistic are you? slightly. i have an eye for creativity but haven’t done anything in forever.

Do you want to go to Africa? i’ve technically been. just ot mauritius. i’d go back after i tick off other places on my list.

AC/DC or Aerosmith? neither.

Do you know what Armenia is? yes.

B What’s your beer of choice (if any)?  pear cider if i had to.

Do you know the title of Buffalo Springfield’s one-hit wonder? nope.

Do you have a brother? (Do you like it that way?) no. and yeah, i like it that way. i always remembered wanting a sister when i was younger and eventually got it haha.

Which bank do you use? stg.

C Which comedian do you most enjoy? i don’t have one fave.

Would you ever live in California? if i could afford it, hell yes.

Is it possible/likely that you’ll become a cat lady? no, i hate cats.

How many different countries have visited? around 20 maybe.

D Do you believe there’s a devil? possibly.

Does eating dessert often make you feel guilty? sometimes! it depends what it is.

Can you legally drive? yes.

What have you been diagnosed with (if you don’t mind sharing)? nothing.

E How often do you drink energy drinks? never. only if i’m crazy tired.

Where did you live when you were 11 years old? here.

Do you like the actor who played Edward Scissorhands in that movie? johnny depp? idk i’m indifferent about him. don’t really care.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? i feel like i have but wasn’t confirmed.

F When was the last time you saw your father one-on-one? a week and bit ago.

Do you think French is the most beautiful language? no, i’m actually not a fan of how it sounds.

Is Friday your favorite day of the week? not always.

Have you listened to Jimi’s song ‘Fire?’ nope.

G Do you have real gold jewelry? yes.

How often do you watch ‘Gossip Girl’? i followed it while it was on and finished it. never watched it again lol.

Is Google your homepage? yes.

Do you like Geico’s commercials? never seen one.

H When did you last feel happy? last night.

Do you prefer Hollister, Hot Topic, or H&M? h&m.

Did you dress up last Halloween? nope.

Would you voluntarily watch the History Channel? it depends what documentary was on. 

I Have you ever been on an island? yes.

Would you be able to locate Indonesia on a globe? yes.

Do you know if Iceland or Greenland has more ice? greenland does.

Did you watch the last presidential inauguration? nope.

J Do you enjoy jogging? no, i hate it.

On which instrument could you most easily play ‘Jingle Bells’? piano.

How much do you know about John Lennon? that he was shot.

Do you know how Jell-O is made? hmm not really? like from scratch that is.

K Have you tried Krispy Kreme doughnuts? (Was it love at first bite?) yes, i love it!!! i feel like they’ve progressively gotten smaller throughout the years though.

Are you very afraid of North Korea? not very afraid or anything. just mindful that they could fuck shit up.

How many pairs of khaki pants do you own? none.

Have you ever been a fan of the Killers? nope.

L Does it bother you when couples are lovey-dovey in public? no. unless there’s inappropriate groping i guess. 

Do you have your own lighter (why or why not)? yes. i smoke.

In how many languages (besides English) can you count to 100? none lol.

What’s your favorite lollipop flavor? choc banana.

M Do you believe in miracles (why or why not)? i mean, it’s possible. it just depends on one’s definition of miracle.

What do you think of shows like Maury and Jerry Springer? trash tv that i’d only watch if there was nothing else on lol.

Do you care that Mars (the candy co.) uses deadly animal testing? had no idea.

How did you form your opinion of marijuana? idk. i was taught about it, was super against it then i was around it. still not a fan.

N How often do you sleep naked? never.

Do you actually check the Nutrition Facts before eating something? sometimes.

Who is your favorite musical artist/band beginning with ‘N’? no one i can think of.

How nerdy are you (in what ways)? hmm i like reading, playing board games and watching documentaries i guess.

O What do you think about olives? i haaaate olives! it’s probably the only vegetable i hate.

Are you much of an outdoorsy person? not at all.

How big of an Oprah fan are you? i like her but i never really watched her show.

How often do you shop online? weekly.

P Are you looking forward to your prom? If you already went, how was it? it was okay. the after party was better.

How are your local policemen? i don’t see them around much tbh.

What is your ideal PB&J sandwich like? i don’t like pb&j.

What do you think of the movie ‘Pineapple Express’? i never finished it.

Q How true is the saying, ‘quitters never win and winners never quit’? eh, it’s true to an extent. but if i quit smoking does that mean i won’t win?

Do you prefer Quiznos or Subway and why? subway, never had quiznos.

Have you learned the quadratic formula yet? (Do you remember it?) yes but i don’t remember it. What is the one question you most want to ask someone and who? eh, nothing.

R How many rooms are in your home? too lazy to count.

Do you like raspberries? they’re okay, a bit too sour for me.

What’s one of your best memories from during a rain storm? umm nothing lol.

Have you actually read Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo & Juliet’? yes.

S Do you know any Sign Language? nope. What is your sleeping schedule generally like? i sleep around 4am and wake up before midday. i work nights, so yeah.

How well do you sing? not well. i wish i was good at singing :(

How often do you listen to 60-70’s music? never.

T What do you think of Twitter? it’s okay. something to read in the mornings.

How much do you value the Ten Commandments? not that much. i can’t even name half of them.

Are there many trees where you live? a couple.

How much taller/shorter do you wish to be? maybe a little taller but i’m fine with my height.

U Where do you usually buy your underwear? bonds.

How do you define ‘ugly’? someone arrogant and rude.

Do you like to shop at Urban Outfitters? i like looking through it but don’t always shop there.

V Would you like being described as ‘voluptuous’? haha it depends if it’s positive or negative.

For listening to music, do you like to crank up the volume or keep it calm? crank it up.

Do you ever watch the annual Victoria’s Secret fashion show? nah.

Would you agree that ‘variety is the spice of life’? yes! it’s nice to have variety, i’d hate to do the same shit everyday.

W Are you currently on wireless Internet? yes.

Can you recall memories of learning how to whistle? not really.

Do you go to White Castle or just vicariously through ‘Harold & Kumar’? nope.

Have you gone to Washington, DC? Did you like it? (OR do you want to go?) yes. i love it! it’s really pretty there.

X Why did you need your most recent x-ray and what were the results? there was a lump on my wrist. it was fine, it went away on its own.

When it comes to ‘xoxo’, do you interpret ‘x’ as the hug or the kiss? kiss.

What does X stand for in Roman numerals? Can you write the previous number? 10.

Why do you think xylophones are only popular with young children? because they’re pleasant sounding and you can just smack it.

Y Can you explain the meaning of the yin-yang symbol? i think i know what it means but i’m not sure if it’s correct.

Do people more often mistake you as being younger or older than you are? younger. sick of getting carded.

Did you know that yawning is contagious?  everyone knows this lol.

Would you like a bottle of Yoo-Hoo or it’s not really your thing? idk what that is.

Z How many places’ zip codes do you know by heart? not many.

What comes to mind when I say ‘Zero to Hero’? hercules!

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Criminal Minds s03e16 Elephant’s Memory review - or more aptly named, no elephants, but we get Derek and Spencer backstories and I just can’t believe how much love my heart can encompass. An Elephant Never Forgets

Episode 16 – Elephant’s Memory

Hey guys! So when I saw the title of this episode I was like, wait, are they actually bringing real elephants on the show? Because my excitement levels would skyrocket!! Then I realized it must be an analogy to something and I kinda got depressed. I love elephants.

Hello, Babar!

Anyway, let’s not get my hopes up too much and see what’s going on.

Let’s see what happens.

So we’re starting out in Texas and there’s a hillbilly song that begins with a line: “There’s a man going round, taking names.” Does NOT bode well.

Why is that dude talking to the trees?

Oh honey, didn’t your momma teach you that smoking is bad and will kill you?

See? You’re already limping, honeybee.

Oh fuck! That house just fucking exploded with that dude inside it! SHIT!

“Heck. Send everybody.” Haha he looks so lost. Dude.

WAIT WHAT? Did someone just open fire on the cops? Oh damn.

Oh my poodle is going to a support group for cops? I love you so much, Babyboy.

“I didn’t expect to see a man of your position here.” Oh honey, you don’t say that to a higher ranking agent. You don’t.

Aw! That agent gave him his one-year medallion so he’ll be more determined to stick it out and get to the one-year mark of being clean. I love you, dude.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Rossi: “I hope she was worth it.”

Derek: “I hope it was a she.” YOU LITTLE SHIT, DEREK! SO WHAT IF HE WAS OUT WITH A GUY? Wait, does this mean Derek is now jealous of whoever Reid was out with? I totally get the ships now XD

I love you so much, baby, but why hide what you were doing? Oh yeah, a support group is secret and anonymous.

“The locals are thinking terrorism in West Bune, Texas?”

First off, why the slouch, baby boy? Still broken up about Penelope?

And second, it looks like he’s never even heard of that place.

“I’ve never heard of this place.’

….

NAILED IT

“They’re gonna want revenge.”

“Can you blame them?”

I’m with Rossi, a hundred percent.

John Steinbeck: “A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.” WHOA! That’s so true, I’ve never even thought of it!

Oh god. So it’s not terrorism? They knew the habits of that Rod Norris and shot the deputy in the face. That sounds like something out of a hillbilly song, “I shot the deputy in the face” (imagine it in a Texan accent XD I am! And I’m lovin’ it)

“Shoots Savage in the face when he knows he’s already dead.” YEESH

Baby boy is onto something here, that’s plain cruelty.

Wait hold up. So the guy who got shot in the face postmortem’s son was dating the guy who got blown up’s daughter? Are we in some Southern Soap Opera?

Hold up. So there are no pictures of the wife and son, the dude resents his son for going off to the marines. The wife died in a drunk driver accident, but she was the drunk driver. Oh boy. This really is a southern soap opera.

“You might have just sold me on that profiling of yours.” Oh honey.

“Gun safe is empty.” Oh boy.

“That’s a surprise.” Did my poodle just use sarcasm? WHOA.

“That’s James Dean’s Porsche. No pictures of James Dean, though. That’s a bad sign.” LOL why?

“Still haven’t found the Father of the Year award.” WHAT IS WITH MY POODLE BEIGN SARCASTIC???? I DON’T LIKE IT!

Neither does yummycakes.

“Hey, Reid. Check yourself. That sheriff out there wanted to take your head off. I think Hotch might have let him.” OH SNAP! So I’m not the only one who picked on Reid’s seriously annoying behavior? Thank goodness.

“You know, I wish all our unsubs would just tack their profiles on their walls like this for us.” Oh honeybear.

“It doesn’t mean anything. What, you grew up in Chicago, a high school jock, you had pictures of, what, Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan all over your walls, trophies everywhere?”

“Yeah. But you forgot Walter Payton.”

“Not to mention the sexy ladies of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.” Oh god.

Oh damn. The fat officer’s wife just stormed up and demanded they shoot down the kid. Oh damn.

“Why do I get the feeling she’s not going to be the only one with that sentiment?”

Ooh, my puppy’s smart

Wait. So the body they found in the house isn’t the girl? He stuffed the meat he bought in her jeans? What the fuck is going on here?

She’s not a victim. I repeat, she’s not a victim.

Oh damn, twenty seconds looking at Owen’s files and poodle just diagnosed his learning disabilities and how the school wasn’t treating them right. Boom. Schooled about school!

“Come on, mom.”

LORD watching Shemar try to work a computer and fail shouldn’t be hot.

NAILED IT! My baby is amazing.

Lol, I love it how my baby is the tech genius in Texas. Has Penelope been giving you private lessons?

I like this Eileen, she’s sweet.

Wait. Hold up. So a video of the football guys forcing Owen to masturbate in public was posted on the school social networking site, and they just took it off? Once it’s on the internet, it’s out there forever. You can’t really delete it. Come on, dudes.

God, I hate that dude so fucking much.

Wow. My poodle is seriously judgmental right now.

“I told him that being bullied is part of growing up.” NO IT IS NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!

Oh god. He deleted everything but the mpeg, “I’m walking Morgan through retrieving what he put in the trash.” You teach baby boy to do it right.

“The kid is tech savvy, sir, but fret not, I am tech savvier. Is that a word?”

Well, it didn’t flare up my spellcheck.

“That sounds like a word. If it is a word, I’m it.”

I love this woman so fucking much.

“DC time, Garcia.” “11:17 AM.”

“DC. Decaf.”

“Right.”

I love this so much.

Oh god, this mpeg must be horrifying, my baby girl is absolutely devastated. Shit.

Oh fuck. he just shot his tormentors from high school. Damn.

“There’s a man going around taking names, and he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won’t be treated all the same.” Johnny Cash.

That’s the first time the character quoted something, and not the actor in the background.

Poignant.

“But you could have prevented it.”

What the frack is wrong with you today, poodle?

Wow. That’s the first time I’ve seen Hotch loose his cool on one of the gang.

And it’s the first one-on-one scene he’s had with Reid and I love it so fucking much!

“It’s the truth. They could have done something. They worked with this father. They knew Owen.”

“So what? All adolescents profile like sociopaths. There’s a reason you can’t diagnose them until they’re eighteen.”

“Yeah, and they could have seen the signs.”

“Nobody sees the signs, Reid. You know that. And making it their fault is not only unfair, it’s dangerous.”

“I want you to go back to the Savage house and I want you to go through Owen’s room.”

“Morgan’s already doing that.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna join him.”

“Oh, you’re punishing me?”

“No, I’m using you. You know this kid better than anybody. Go find us something we can use.”

Oh my fucking fuck! He just stabbed the old man who lives in the house he’s squatting it! DAMN!

“Reid.”

“You know, you’re not the only one who identifies with him.”

“You said I was a high school jock.”

“I was. But not at first.”

Wait. What? We’re getting more young Derek background story? YAAAAAAAAAAY

“My freshman year I was five foot three. I weighed a buck 20 soaking wet.”

“So trust me when I tell you I got my ass kicked every day.”

“So the following summer, I hit the weights.”

“And I got lucky. I grew six inches.”

“But it was never about vanity, Reid.”

“It was about survival.”

Damn it! Every time I think I might be over him, Derek reels me in and makes me fall in love with him all over again and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

“I was in the library, and, uh …”

Wait, we’re getting more poodle backstory too? FUCK YOU!

“Harper Hillman comes up to me, and she tells me that Alexa Lisben wants to meet me behind the field house.”

“Alexa Lisben’s like, easily the prettiest girl in school.”

“So what happened? Alexa wasn’t there?”

“She was there.”

“So was half of the football team.”

“They … uh … stripped me naked and tied me to a goal post.”

“So many kids were there, you know, just watching.”

“Nobody tried to stop them?”

“I begged – I begged them to, but they just … they just watched.”

“And finally, they got bored, and they left.”

“It was, like, midnight, when I finally got home.”

“And my mom didn’t …”

“Mom was having one of her episodes, so she didn’t even realize I was late.”

“You never told her what happened?”

“I never told anybody.”

“I thought … It was one of those things that I thought if I didn’t talk about it, I’d just forget.”

“But I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Ah, Reid, you don’t need an eidetic memory for that.”

“You know, we forget half of what they teach us in school, but when it comes to the torment and the people who inflicted it, we’ve all got an elephant’s memory.”

Oh my god, this was like one of the most intense scenes in the entire season so far and I just fell in love with my two babies so fucking much. Both characters and those amazing actors, oh my fucking god!

“He’s been making a big deal of saying goodbye to Jordan in all of his emails. None if’ts shorthand.” Weird.

So they used Eileen to get Jordan to talk to them via the PDA? Oh honey. Also, I can’t believe they had PDAs in 2007, I’m so behind on technology it’s weird lol.

Oh damn. They’re planting a seed of doubt to get her away from Owen. Please get her out of there, fast.

Get out of there, sweetness.

Oh thank god. Jordan is there. Fuck.

The found Strattman. Lovely.

“He’s gonna force us to kill him. I don’t need to be a part of that.”

Oh my sweet little poodle.

Oh my genius poodle’s mind’s at work. So Owen isn’t going to return the necklace ot his mom, because it’s hers, he’s going to return it to Jordan, because she left it there. Fuck, I love you.

So he’s coming to the station. Damn.

“Cover me.” And you’re giving away your gun? WHAT? Oh my god, Reid, be careful, you crazy loon!

Did my poodle just negotiate with a psycho teen without the use of weaponry? Oh my goodness fucking gracious.

Tom Stoppard: “We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except the memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” WHAT? Somebody explain that nonsense to me, please.

SLEEPING MORGAN!

“You knowingly jeopardized your life and the lives of others. I should fire you.” WHAT?!

“What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that that would have been the second time a kid died in front of me.”

“You’re keeping score, just like Owen.”

Oh hey, come on, Aaron! There’s no need to turn nasty on poodle.

“It was my turn to save one.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” “It should.”

“I know it’s painful when the person you identify with is the bad guy.”

“What does that make me?” “Good at the job.”

Oh Hotch, you just ruined it for me.

Oh my boy, my sweet, sweet boy.

 Okay, so this episode was just a magnitude of whoa for me, I loved every bit of it. It had very little humor, but enough background story about my yummycakes and my poodle that I’m satisfied with it. We got to see emotional Hotch. We got to see sides of Morgan and Poodle that I didn’t think I’d ever see and I love it so fucking much.

And of course, as always, thank you guys for your amazing support, as I’m queuing this, the reviews of the first episodes of season 2 are being posted, and I’m overwhelmed that anyone is even liking the shit I put out there. So THANK YOU! (especially cuz Elle leaves and all that)

So, as always, my faithful sweeties, I leave you with shots of our handsome boys that didn’t make the cut above.

<3

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do all the unusual asks! B)

Oh my goodness, you’re giving me a lot of work hahaha!

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify

is your room messy or clean? Right now it’s a bit messy, but I like having a clean home 

what color are your eyes? Green

do you like your name? why? Nope. I just feel like it don’t suit me

what is your relationship status? I’m in a committed relationship, and we live together

describe your personality in 3 words or less. Caring, slick, immature

what color hair do you have? Ashy blonde

what kind of car do you drive? color? Don’t have a car. Don’t know how to drive either. 

where do you shop? For what?

how would you describe your style? Fluctuating and changing depending on my mood

favorite social media account. I use most time on tumblr, and instagram

what size bed do you have? My bf and I share a,, uhh, I think a Queen size? It’s approx 200cm x 150cm

any siblings? YES! I have a younger brother. On my dad’s side I got three half siblings and a stepsister, and on my mums side I got two step-sisters

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? I would stay right here. Although I love travelling and would love to explore several countries

favorite snapchat filter? hOW CAN i CHOOSE?

favorite makeup brand(s) I love NYX, Kat Von D & Urban Decay

how many times a week do you shower? As many as I have to. Minimum every other day

favorite tv show? Right now it’s Lucifer, on Fox. But I also love American Horror Story, and Supernatural still have a special place in my heart even tho I quit at season 9 I think 

shoe size? I’m a EUR 38-39. It’s like a UK size 6 I think?

how tall are you? I am 167 cm tall  / 5 feet 5¾

sandals or sneakers? Sneakers. Sandals are a pain to wear

do you go to the gym? Nah, I do Taekwon-Do twice a week. 

describe your dream date A picnic, at nighttime, just watching the stars

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? I just have my cards really

what color socks are you wearing? White

how many pillows do you sleep with? 1

do you have a job? what do you do? I am a full-time student, but I am looking for a part-time job 

how many friends do you have? I can count my closest friends on 1 hand

whats the worst thing you have ever done? When I was 8 I broke windows at an abandoned  storage house nearby. I thought it was alright because most of the windows were already broken

whats your favorite candle scent? Juniper tree

3 favorite boy names I really have to think, beacuse I love names! But I think I love Loke, Sirius, and Abel the most

3 favorite girl names The same goes with Iris, Aurora, Luna. I literally have a long list of names I love

favorite actor?  Johnny Depp

favorite actress? Sarah Paulson

who is your celebrity crush? Ryan Reynolds

favorite movie? I can’t count how many times I’ve seen Tangled

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I read when I have the time. It’s either nothing for 6 months or 10 books in a day, there’s no in between. My fave is The fault in our stars, I cried like a baby

money or brains? brains

do you have a nickname? what is it? nah. My name’s too short for a nickname. 

how many times have you been to the hospital? been visiting family a couple of times

top 10 favorite songs It all depends on my mood tho, I cant choose just 10!??

do you take any medications daily? I take birth-control pills hahah

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) I honestly don’t know. Its a combo I think

what is your biggest fear? I have a phobia for clowns. tried to watch the new IT movie to try to defeat my phobia. really clever..

how many kids do you want? I’d like two, although I have a fear of giving birth so idk???

whats your go to hair style? A messy bun , my hear is sooo long it’s in my way all the time

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Live in an apartment in an apartment building

who is your role model? I look up to several people

what was the last compliment you received? “You’re too kind to me”

what was the last text you sent? “That’s okay, I’ll take the time xxx”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? hE’S NOT REAL????

what is your dream car? ‘67 Chevy Impala

opinion on smoking? Looks cool on old pictures, smells like shit

do you go to college? Yeah, I go to Uni

what is your dream job? Translator. Or actress, but we all know that’s not gonna happen 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Just the ones I need

do you have freckles? Yeah, but they don’t show very well

do you smile for pictures? If i have to, I don’t like cameras, I think everyone turn on their fake side once they see them

how many pictures do you have on your phone? too many memes

have you ever peed in the woods? once

do you still watch cartoons? Heck yeah!

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? Never had wendy’s so I have to go for McDonald’s even tho I hate them

Favorite dipping sauce? dipping for what food tho?

what do you wear to bed? Depends on how hot/cold it is. Sometimes PJs, sometimes butt naked

have you ever won a spelling bee? We don’t do that kinda thing where I live

what are your hobbies? Bingewatching tv-series and staring into the wall as I realize I’ve got an existential crisis and have no idea what I’m doing with my life

can you draw? I’ve heard I’m good at it. Think I am decent enough

do you play an instrument? Know some chords at guitar and ukulele

what was the last concert you saw? Went to the Pstereo festival in Trondheim, and I’m going to Gorillaz in November, that’s gonna be sweet as heck

tea or coffee? Tea! Coffee is the devil’s work

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? We don’t have dunkin donuts where I am from so I have to go with ‘bucks

do you want to get married? Yes!

what is your crush’s first and last initial? V.R.

are you going to change your last name when you get married? I want us to have both our names if you get what I mean. So he’ll have mine in addition to his own and vice versa 

what color looks best on you? Green and purple

do you miss anyone right now? Nah, I’m good

do you sleep with your door open or closed? It has to be closed or I’ll freak out

do you believe in ghosts? I believe there’s a lot in this world we don’t understand and can’t explain. I believe in energy, not ghosts per se 

what is your biggest pet peeve? I hate it when people are cracking joints 

last person you called I called Doctors Without Borders

favorite ice cream flavor? Chocolate

regular oreos or golden oreos? regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? chocolate

what shirt are you wearing? a gray one

what is your phone background? It’s a disney themed one

are you outgoing or shy? shy. I try to be more outgoing tho

do you like it when people play with your hair? Depends who

do you like your neighbors? They’re alright I guess

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? I do it at night after I brush my teeth

have you ever been high? I was on the top of a mountain once hahah

have you ever been drunk? three times

last thing you ate? A sandwich

favorite lyrics right now Oh no do I have to think?

summer or winter? Winter, because chRISTMAS

day or night? I’m a night owl

dark, milk, or white chocolate? yes to all please

favorite month? DECEMBER

what is your zodiac sign Aries

who was the last person you cried in front of? My bf

@tricksterfrog you’re welcome! 

[traveldiar]

When I came to the new hostel, I was greeted by a very friendly receptionist. She took me immediately to my new room. Which was for me, and me alone. It felt a bit luxurious. It kind of was. I did have, kitchen, toilet and shower - FOR MYSELF! The room itself had a lot of space. I thought that I really deserved it.

A whole hostels decor was modern and cosy. It resembled some sort of hipster place. At least the wooden tables from pellets and other recycled material gave a hint of it. On another side of the building, there was an area for camping trailers, tents and several huts.

The front yard was the most charming place. It had several level sitting areas, it because, the place was down the hill. In between the sitting areas there ware hanging hammocks. Over the front yard, there were a thousand flashbulbs crisscrossing a whole place. In the background would play some Johnny Cash songs or other well known good old songs. I felt relaxed, and there was a lot of foreigners. Therefore, I didn't have to break my tongue trying to speak my own language and feel ashamed for not speaking properly.

Later that evening I went out to smoke. There were very few people. The crisscrossing lights were on. It looked so beautiful, I was mesmerized. I walked around looking at it. A few minutes later, after running up and down like a child. I was finally ready to go to my room. Suddenly, noticed a stranger sitting next to the entrance of the hostel.

(Stranger): - You really like those light? Huh?

(Me): - Well, yeah. They look cosy, and pretty cool too. This kind of decor I have seen only in Greece, in some small garden.

(Stranger): - I guess, they do look cosy.

(Me): - Are you local?

(Stranger): - No, I am from Sweden. You?

(Me): - Well, I am semi-local. I don't live here for the last 7 years. I landed from Denmark, last week.

(Stranger):- So, what are you doing here?

(Me): I am trying to apply for a visa to Japan. I will go there in August for a year. (Some people were passing across me and him, I was about to go in, it was a bit cold. For some unknown reason I decided to sit down). Probably, I should sit down. May I?

(Stranger):-Yes, sure.

At first, he seemed as average, boring guy, even he was swede. From my experience dealing with Nordic people, I always running out of what to say to them, very fast.

This time was not the case. We talked. A lot. It was about everything. It was about all kind of political topics, travels, his job. He did say, that he will look around Vilnius, and then will travel further. I had the same plan (to deliver papers to the embassy and go to Kaunas). That's, how I end up talking with him till almost midnight.

That night, I could not sleep until 6 am. It was cold, the bed was terrible, a noise outside. Somehow, I managed to wake up. at 10 am, I barely rolled out of my bed. Then I made the decision: "

Fuck it, I will stay one more night, but this time, I WILL SLEEP.

" So, I went to reception and paid for one more night. Then I took off to complete my mission: - TO GET MY VISA!A few hours later, I came back to my hostel with all the bags from the station in the hyped mood - "

I got my visa, my mission is done. Now I can go to sleep

!" because I almost fell asleep in public transport. I am about to enter the front door, and guess who do I see!? Same stranger, from yesterday...

I told him my success story about a visa. He was happy for me. After a few more minutes of chatting, I finally, moved inside to find out where I am staying, because it became inconvenient to stand with two backpacks. My shoulders were in pain. The hostel receptionist showed me the room. (

It was a room with 3 bunk beds, and several people already there, some from Greece, some from Lithuania, and god knows what...)

First things first, I NEED A SHOWER AND CLEAN CLOTHES! I started to unpack, and get ready for the shower, I really felt that I need it. I went to women shower, started to undress, suddenly I realized, that I don't know the door code to the room. (because all the rooms had their own door codes). Well, fuck it... I will ask to write down for me in Reception. After a hot shower I got dressed, I wrapped all my stuff into a towel and went down to get a door code. I had absolutely no intention of meeting this stranger, I just wanted to chill. I got the code and went back. The room was full of people. It felt crowded and uncomfortable. Well... Maybe I will wait a bit longer. So I took off to the common kitchen with some food I bought previously. I felt a bit hungry.Guess, who do I meet? That stranger again! He was as surprised as me.

(Stranger): -Are you stalking me?

(Me): - No, are you stalking me?

(Stranger): -Just hungry.

He was making some fancy salad, with nuts and ham. Then tried to boil some quail eggs. The view was amusing. I have never seen anyone trying to make quail eggs. I could not hold myself back but to tease him.

(Me): - Do you know what you are doing?

(Stranger): -Yeah, I am making eggs.

(Me): - Have you tried them before?

(Stranger): -Nop, but I want to try.

(Me): - Good luck with that!

So, we end up talking again. This time about nothing, just chartering. When he finished making his amusing food. I followed outside. It seemed as something appropriate thing to do. Since I had nothing better to do, the room I had to sleep in was filled with people.

We sat down, he offered some beer. (Even It has passed quite some years, I have not touched alcohol ). I accepted his offer "

why not, I did fail to buy actual beer last time due to, this new law, that alcohol is sold only until 8 pm.".

Conversations evolved naturally, with no force or too much force. There was no need to think, what to say, or what not to say. I did not care, really. I am on holiday, I didn't come here to make friends, I just talked.Meanwhile, I forgot about all my tiredness. It felt comfortable and comforting. The stranger was listening with great interest. He was chipping in, with his thoughts and his own experiences. It was simply so engaging, and free to talk. Maybe, also because I was a little drunk. (It does not take long to get me drunk).

Later, conversations became more interesting, more personal. We talked about our families, jobs, interest. He asked me, about my personal life.

(Stranger): -What about your personal life?

(Me): - What is personal?

(Stranger): -Like a boyfriend?

(Me): - I don't like drama. I don't have time for it.

I was not really honest with him. I haven't lied to him, but I didn't say that I have a boyfriend, for the last 5 years. I actually don't know why... Is not like I have something to hide.After the second beer, I came to realize, he is quite handsome. Maybe, because he is quite intelligent, or rather open for everything. I never valued physical appearance, it always looked so empty to me. I always was interested in what is happening in peoples minds.In that particular moment, I saw a lot of potential for more closer chemistry. I was even thinking to myself, If I would be in my early 20's I would sleep with him. I really had to hold myself back not enter the flirting game. Simply, my mature and logical brain cells told me not to complicate things. And if this fate to meet this guy, I will meet him again, maybe in more convenient circumstances. Now, let's just enjoy his company.

But my desire to spend more time with him kept growing. He would listen to me, no matter what I say, or whatever weird shit I would tell him. I reached a point, where I really wanted to pee, but if I will go, I will never meet him again. He will probably get to sleep, and then I won't see him tomorrow. But I had to let go, It was already after midnight, no one around. I can't be that selfish. Before going to our rooms, we agreed to meet for coffee tomorrow.

After a short toilet break, I went to the room. Wait, what? Why are you here? He was there as surprised as me, standing there almost half naked, getting ready to sleep.We said goodnight to each other and went to bed. I could not really sleep, but think, how to spend more time together. I know I had to let him go, but what if he could give me a ride to Kaunas? No... I can't ask for that... It is too much... Damm, I will never meet him again... We will part tomorrow. What if, we just stop somewhere, and camp somewhere together, just to spend more time together. Arghhhhhhhhhh! No! That's, simply wrong... I have to let go and forget about it.So, that's how I fell short on sleep again!

The morning came, my brain was early up. I was staring towards his bed and kept thinking about how I don't want to part him. Just one more conversation! (Now, I felt like a stalker). He finally woke up. I left the kitchen to warm up croissants so we can have breakfast together. At least something, before he leaves.

I came up to the lobby, where fresh coffee was served. He was not there. I turned my back, and he was right behind me.

(Stranger): -Good timing.

(Me): - Yes.

We sat down to eat my prepared breakfast. He started to talk about today's, plans. He mentioned about visiting the market in Gariunai. I pinpointed for him on the map and told him it is in the direction towards his destination. His goal was to reach Poland today. Well, good for you...

Then he asked about plans for today. I told him I am going to Kaunas. He googled it.

(Stranger): - I can take you there.

(Me): - (without any hesitation) AGREED!

Well, what a coincidence... That's what I what I wished for, BUT I WOULD HAVE NEVER ASK FOR IT. After a few cups of coffee, he asked.

(Stranger): - have you packed?

(Me): - Yes, I just need to pick it up. You still need to go to Gariunai. I will show you around.

That's at least a legal excuse to spend a bit more time together. I was sure, he also wanted to spend more time with me, otherwise, he would have never agreed to meet for coffee, or take me to Kaunas.

After picking up my stuff, I went to his car, which was parked just behind, hostel territory. The car had a tiny semi-trailer attachment. Which was ridiculously small to me, but very well organized.I got into his car. We are talking about travels. I could see he is distracted, or simply tired. He almost missed a turn. We reached the market, I showed him more continent place to park, instead of a pinpointed place on the map.

We walk around the market, tasted local goodies. Until, it was really time, to take off.On the way to Kaunas, he would give me this look. I have seen it before. It is when there is chemistry between people or someone you like but you yourself don't know or don't accept yet. Suddenly he said.

(Stranger): -That was turn to Kaunas. I think we are in Kaunas.

(Me): - What!? Already!?

Time flew by in the split second. I hoped to spend just a little more time together. I tried to invite him for lunch, just to stall more time. But he really had to go. We reach the city centre and I got off. Then I offered at least stay in touch via Facebook, but I knew that our paths would never cross again. There is no such thing as fate. If there would, there would not be a need for divorce.There is only lucky coincidences, and logical patterns. If people are in the same building, they are bound to run into each other, so that happened here. But I am happy to run into you. I still have so much to tell you, that's why I started to write this diary, so I won't bug too much, because as you noticed I can be too much.

But It was still amazing to experience, how two extremely different people can bound closely in such a short time. Long ago, I learned to appreciate what I have not to be greedy, so thank you for the time I had with you, even we will never meet again.