#n then hugo buys it for him and gets ghosted

[gayleafpool]

i think varian would be a gamer girl who scams people into buying him shit and hugo would be one of the guys who falls for it because i hate him

[devolympian]

Argo, chapter 1

As the bright blue sky began to give way to the soft orange light of dusk a cold ocean breeze ran across Jasons neck.

Sweet dripped down the young mans head and soaked the wool shirt that was under his bright gold armor. The blood seeping out of the cut on his forehead blinded his left eye, while the poison in his right leg made it extremely difficult to stand properly.

Before him, resting in a tall oak tree, was the item he had sailed across the world to obtain. The golden flees; the skin of a ram, born by the god Poseidon who had taken the form of a ram him self in order to lay with the nymph Theophane.

Jason had gone through hell and back for that fleece. He had fought storms, monsters, and even gods just to have a chance to claim the golden ram skin as his own. To show it before his home of Iolcus, and prove to them that he was the right full king. The king they deserved and the one who would lead them to prosperity.

However, before him was his last challenge. 

Wrapped around the tree, its violet scales glistening in the sunset, was a long serpentine creature. A black tongue pocked out of its mouth, which was lined with dagger like teeth dripping with venom, and its orange eyes glared at Jason. Its upper-body rested on the ground, with its long, razor sharp claws digging into the grass.

The dragon was ready to end this farce of a battle, clearly having grown tired of Jasons endless attempts to steal the flee away from it.

The feeling was mutual, and with a heavy sigh, Jason prepared him self to deliver the finishing blow.

He clutched his sword firmly in his hand, and from his hip, drew a bronze dagger decorated with rare gems. 

“The gift which my beloved Medea has bestowed upon me shall be your undoing beast!”

And with those words, the captain of the Argonauts charge at the dragon who responded by launching its self right back.

However, Jason was ready and, after dipping the tip of his dagger into the wound on his forehead, flung his own blood in the monsters direction.

The taste of warm blood was to much for the dragon to resist and it tilted its body ever so slightly, just to feel the drops on its long, black tongue.

Jason took the opening, and plunged his blades into the dragons neck. 

He ignored the pain coming from his leg and forced himself forward even farther, screaming as he ran his weapons along the serpents entire upper body.

Blood and entrails spilled from the monster, staining Jasons hands and body a deep red and decorating the ground in gore. 

With one last grunt, Jason pulled his long sword from the creatures body, and swung it down, lopping its head clean off.

For a long while, the dragons body shook and slithered on the ground, its blood still spilling out of its body as it lay dying. 

Jason watched as it suffered, not wanting to be taken by surprise by the monster. However, it did not rise from the ground and eventually, it stopped moving all together, finally succumbing to its death.

With a heavy sigh, Jason proceeded to limp towards his prize.

He was beaten and bleeding. His whole body acted with pain, and he could no longer see out of his left eye, the blood forcing him to close it. 

Jason knew he looked nothing like a king, no one had to tell him this. However, how he looked right now didn’t matter. All that mattered, was the fleece.

He stood at the foot of the tree, his eyes growing wide as he beheld the golden skin he had fought so hard for.

Dropping his weapons to the ground and with hands shacking, the prince reached up towards the fleece and-

“Boo!”

I let out a loud yelp as I fell forward onto the pile of books I was suppose to be stacking, the copy of Jason and the Argonauts being thrown out of my hands.

Trying my best to look less like an idiot then I already did, I turned around on the floor and looked up at Zee flashing an ear to ear grin at me.

“What’s wrong blondie” he said, his playful smile still glued to his face, “reading a ghost story?”

“N-no” I stammered, “I’m, uh. . . reading a golds story.”

Dang it, that sounded way better in my head.

“Come backs work better when the other person knows what your talking about dude.”

Taking my hand, Zee helped pull me off the ground as I wiped the dust off my skirt and sweater.

“It was Jason and the Argonauts” I told him, while picking up an arm full of books to put on the shelf, “the version where Medeas dagger is charmed by her.”

“Oh yeah”, he said, picking up the book I head been reading, “a fearless prince sets sail on the great Argonaut, determined to claim the item which will seal his destiny as king. You do know the real one screwed over Medea and his friends right?”

“Well, yeah, but that version’s super depressing.”

“Fair enough.” He flipped the book neatly onto the shelf, and began to do the same with the others that had been strewn across the floor.

“O-oh, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, the sooner this is done, the sooner we can hang out.”

And with that, Zee jumped up, grabbed the shelf, and shoved a copy of the hunch back of Notre Dame between our copy of Victor Hugos other books, Hernani and Les Miserables.

“Just think of me like your fairy godmother” he said, hanging off the shelf, “but instead of living in a rodent infested house with a step mom who should probably arrested for child abuse at the very least, you’re working at a library with some guy calling himself a fairy godmother.”

I let out a small giggle with out really meaning to.

“If you’re my fairy godmother shouldn't you be in a pretty blue dress?”

“Blondie, you know I’d rock that dress. I’ve got the legs for it.”

He then reached up and tossed another book into its place. Which caused the book shelf he was hanging on to fall forward and bury my fairy godmother in a pile of old books.

After about an hour or so of us stacking books and telling, extremely lame, jokes to each other, we made our way to the front of the library.

While I personally wouldn’t say our library was big, it wasn't small either. With two  floors, a large child section and computer room, as well as five study halls on the second floor, I’d say it was about the size of your average public library.

At the center of the library were two large desk, curved into a circle and with an opening between them so as to allow us to get in and out as we pleased.

My boss, Matilda, sat at the desk facing into the library, her brown hair tied into a neat little bun while the computer screen reflected in her olive eyes. She was busy typing up all the fees and check outs for the day and hadn’t noticed us yet.

A small knot formed in my tummy as I prepared to speak.

I had thought she’d be done with her work by now but she was still working so diligently. It seemed wrong to interrupt her by asking to leave.

My brain began to rock back and forth with words that I couldn’t seem to get out and I began to debate on how to approach the situation.

Should I just ask her to leave? But, she said I could go as soon as the work was done.

It’s possible she just meant my work, but what if she had meant her work as well? What is she still needed me to stay a little longer and assist with other things that need to be done before anybody left?

Oh, I know, I’ll ask if there was anything else that needed to be done. If she said no, I’ll be able to leave. Simple, right?

I swallowed heavily, and prepared to speak. It was the moment of truth.

“i-is there anything else you need done?”

There, I asked. But, it didn’t exactly come out as words. It was more like a squeak. Like, the squeak a mouse makes. In other words, to quite to hear and Matilda continued on, not noticing me in the slightest.

“Yo, Matty” Zee basically screamed, “Works done!”

That got her attention, and my boss looked up from her computer.

“Oh” she said, finally registering that we were in front of her, “heading home then Skye?”

There was a small pause as it took me a second to remember my own name.

“Oh” I stuttered out, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt, “y-yes. . . if, there’s nothing else you need done.”

“Nope, you’re free to go.”

“Freedom” Zee cheered, as he raised out the door.

“O-okay” I said, fallowing after him, “sorry.”

“No reason to apologies Skye” she reminded me for the umpteenth time, “have a nice night.”

“Right. . . sorry.”

Unsurprisingly, outside the marble floored building which served as my place of work, and personal stash of awesome books, the streets were filled with people either rushing on home or simply to their next destination.

Zee wasted no time in getting into a festive mood and began swinging around on a nearby street light, his spiky black hair casting a surprisingly large shadow as the summer sun hit it.

“Ah” he exclaimed in a rather over dramatic fashion, “the fresh air, the freedom, the realization that you have no money to do anything. Don’t you just love summer?”

“I’m fairly certain you’re not hurting for money” I told him, pointing to the obviously expensive motorcycle which he had parked next to the curb.

“Skye, I’m hurt. Just because I make lots of money, have great health, a cool ride, and several game consuls doesn’t mean that I don’t suffer. It means I have terrible spending habits.” 

He then picked up the extra red helmet, which we had decorated with cat stickers and a picture of Squirtle from Pokemon, and threw it in my direction. 

I, did my best to catch it, but the helmet just sort of landed at my feet.

“. . .really glad I never joined a sports team.”

“Hey, on the bright side, if you had joined foot ball, you’d get the record for how many fumbles a person could get in one game.”

“Well” I responded as I picked the helmet up, “I’m very glad my poor athletic ability can be acknowledged in a hypothetical situation. When should I expect my award?”

“Sorry” He said, scooting up to give me room to sit, “the school district can’t afford to buy plastic any more, budget cuts and the principle trying to support their gambling habit by taking out of the funding and selling sports equipment and plastic trophies meant for crappy football players. How about Dinner instead?”

“You put way to much thought into what a fictional principle would be doing if she had a gambling problem.”

“I personally think I put very little thought into that hypothetical and just said the first stupid thing that popped into my head. For example, alligators make terrible house pets.”

“Very insightful buddy” I told him, finally managing to get my unnecessarily long hair to go under my sweater, and strapped the pretty red helmet on my head, “let’s go ghost rider.” 

With a quick rev of the engine we zoomed away from the curb and into the heart of downtown.

It wasn’t really a long drive, about ten minutes if that, but the extra traffic made it a little more difficult to navigate the street. 

I didn’t particularly mind the slightly longer drive, I really liked riding on Zees motorcycle. Even though I couldn’t drive to save my life, last time I tried my moms car ended up in a tree, but simply riding side saddle on this motorized bike was enough for me.

It gave me an odd feeling of independence. Like me and my friend could go any where and do what ever we’d like with being looked at as strange or judged for what we enjoyed.

Plus, the engine made my voice all vibraty, so I kind of sounded like a robot whenever I talked. 

What I didn’t exactly care for was. . .

“Hey Zee” Someone called out over on the side walk.

Within seconds, a group of at least five people had gathered onto the other side of the street, all calling Zees name and waving at him. a lot of them pulled out their phones and took pictures or started recording videos.

Like always, Zee glued a big grin to his face and waved back to his fans.

I, tried to wave as well, but no one really cared.

Once the light turned green, Zee made sure to loudly rev the engine before shooting forward, making the small crowd cheer with excitement, and forcing me to cling to him out of fear of falling off.

We stopped a few more times after that, with a different crowed developing at each stop.

Some were smaller then the first, some where three times the size, but they were all pretty happy to see Zee.

And, with each stop, Zee made sure to put on a show with his bike. Along with wasting more then half his tank of gas.

Now, with my heart permanently relocated to my lower intestines, we pulled up to the best restaurant in our town.

Burger Boy!

Just the thought of their juicy warm meat paddies, stacked delicately on top of one another with a piece of melted cheese adorning both of them. They would both be settled between two soft buns with the perfect balance of mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise guarding the enticing beef.

On their right would be a large blue and red container, which would hold a golden treasure. Fries, cooked to perfection, with a crunchy outside, but a soft tasty inside made of the best potatoes in the world.

To their left would be another treasure box containing ten bronze chicken nuggets. I could just picture the steam flowing out of them, and the chicken meat warming my mouth as I gobbled them up.

Tying all of them together was the heart of this quartet. A large cup with little droplets of water slowly creeping down it, which you could endlessly fill with the drink only gods should be allowed to consume. Cola!

The image of this culinary combination made my heart race with excitement and my stomach scream with hunger.

And the best part?

For the past two years they have had a deal where, for just ten dollars, you can get a 50 burger big boy meal. Small coke included.

I am personally proud to admit that I have had the honor of enjoying this noble privilege on more then one occasion. I just wish they'd put more burgers in the bag.

With my memories held safely in my heart, I armed myself with the mental image I had just painted, and boldly charged for the glass door of the fast food joint.

Unfortunately, the fates have deemed it necessary to only allow the worthy into this holly domain and have sent a challenger to test me and Zee.

"Excuse me" a deep voice boomed out behind us, "are you Zee?"

We both turned around to find a large being looming over us.

They stood several heads taller then us with bright orange hair covering their eyes, while also casting a shadow over their green skin.

I could see four long fangs sticking out of either side of his mouth, and two small horns resting on the sides of their head.

Even with out being able to see his eyes, I knew the troll was looking at us. Mostly because he was standing right in front of us and had more or less yelled Zees name, but still.

I felt a large lump form in my throat as my brain began to recognize the situation we were in and form a strategy that we most insure our survival.

We couldn't ignore this opponent, however it would be impossible to take him on head on.

It was also impossible to pretend we hadn't heard his challenge do to our poor choice of turning around.

I came up with twenty four more possibilities when Zee, with no concern for his own safety, stepped forward and bravely spoke to the troll.

"Well I ain't Ab Lincoln, or the dude on the penny" he said, smiling happily at our challenger, "what's up ma dude?"

There was silence after that.

A deathly silence which consumes your soul and can drive one to madness if they were to drown in it to long.

Then, the troll reached his massive hand into its pants pocket and drew from it, his phone.

"Can I have a picture with you?"

"Heck yeah!"

The little boys green face became covered with an ear to ear grin of joy as he nervously positioned himself around Zee.

To mach the kids height, Zee floated off the ground and hoovered so that they were shoulder to shoulder together and he happily held the phone for the nervous troll who’s joyful smile seemed to grow with every second.

Their goofy grins glued to their faces, the two of them took several pictures together

Most of which were just them being goof balls.

It looked like a lot of fun.

Eventually the little kids mom called for him, a green woman with chocolate brown hair and who was twice the height as her son.

Reluctantly, the troll said goodbye to his personal hero, but not before Zee handed him a small scrap of paper with his signature on it.

With tears of joy streaming down his face, the little boy wrapped Zee in a bone crushing hug and ran to his mom with his new prized possession in hand.

Zee gladly waved goodbye to the family as they drove off, his award winning smile never leaving his face.

"Nice kid" he said before floating back down to the ground and turning in my direction, "now, shall we dine at this fine establishment filled with grease and several health violations."

"Yes" I responded, as I felt my stomach begin to devour its self out of hunger, "let's eat, right now. Like, right now, right now."

“Dude, you’re talking like you haven’t ate in days.”

“I’m a growing girl. I need my burgers.”

“Well, you’re growing in some places.”

“Thank you. . . hey!”

“To the fast food!”

With his playful smile still glued on, and avoiding my annoyed glare, Zee pushed the door open and the aroma of deliciousness that filled the air made my mouth water, and my eyes tear up from the beauty. That, or it was the pollen in the air. 

In a few minutes we managed to place our orders, with Zee paying for it because working at a library didn’t net me much in the way of money, and we made our way to the booth we’d always sit at. 

It sat snugly in the corner where there were no windows and was kind of unnoticeable. All things considered, it was rather small and cramped and a little far away from the exit. Still, it was our little slice of heaven.

We plopped our selves into the plastic seats and sat our number onto the table. The restaurant was noticeably busier then usual with several, now high school graduates, taking up most of the booths and tables.

The poor over worked elves and demon who regularly ran the registers looked ready to faint out of stress.

I slumped onto the table. impatiently waiting for our meals to get to us.

“Why did they have to be busy today?”

“Cause it’s the second day of summer and the need business.”

“Yeah. . . but does that really mean that so many people need to be here?”

The more I looked around, the more I realized just how packed it was, and the more I just wanted to hide under the table so that nobody could see me.

It didn’t help that, about every ten seconds, someone would come up to Zee and talk to him. And, every time, I didn’t know what to say or do with my self.

Once, I managed to squeak out a hello. . . which sounded more like a catatonic kitty cat dying of hunger.

Shoot, I just made my self sad with that. Poor kitty.

Eventually, the amount of people dyed down, and Zees fans seemed to leave us alone.

“Hanging in there alright blondie?”

“No” I responded to his teasing, feeling physically and socially drained, “it’s been hours, where’s our food?”

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

“Still, that’s a long wait.”

My eyes lit up as I suddenly remembered something important and I sat straight in my seat.

“You remembered to get Clair something right?”

“Apple pie and a chicken sandwich. She should be here soon by the way.”

I sighed with relief and slumped back into my seat as the guilt I felt was somewhat lessened.

We had originally made this plan without talking with Clairabell, and just kind of assumed that she would be to busy. Turns out, she had already been out for summer and had just been waiting for us to call her.

“So” Zee said, pulling his phone out for a second, “how much you wanna bet she’s gonna talk to you about what classes you should take together?”

With that, another wave of guilt washed over me as I remembered the application Clair had given me for the college she was transferring to up in Europe. And, how I had to hide it from my mom who was already telling me how great the local schools were.

“Oh, well, I’m sure she’s not that serious about it.”

I tried to let out a giggle to ease my conscience. It didn’t work, I was still a trash human being.

Zee responded with a confused look.

“. . .We’re talking about the same vampire right? The one who has spent almost every waking moment finding us a place to live that’s near campus?”

“Yeah, but still.”

I tried to find the best words that would justify what I had said, but nothing came to me. 

There wasn’t really a right way to tell him that I probably wouldn’t be going to the same school as him and Clair. Not with how excited she had been when she told us that we could all go to the school together again.

Almost on cue, the door to burger boy opened and in stepped a tall young woman with caramel brown hair, and violet colored eyes. She looked around, almost as if she were a wild animal searching for her pray.

Soon, her eyes fell onto our booth and. . .

“Guys” she cheered before running towards us and leaping into the booth.

Not wasting any time, Clair promptly wrapped her arms around Zees and planted her lips against his.

“H-hi Clair” I managed to stammer out, feeling kind of like I should give them some space.

“Hi Skee-skee” she said with a warm smile, “so, what have you two been up to?”

“Oh you know” Zee said, apparently not bothered by Clair pressing her body against him, “driving around, fighting evil, summoning giant monsters, talking like batman.”

“You know ” I added, “the usual stuff.”

“You two really need to work on your comedy act” she responded, still smiling, “oh, by the way.”

She let go of Zee for a bit and reached into her tan purse.

“Ta-da” she said, proudly holding out some papers to me, “I managed to get the class list for next semester.”

“Oh” I said, the guilt settling in again, “th-thanks.”

“. . .what’s wrong?”

I lifted my head, and swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Nothing. Just super hungry.”

“Gods” she said, a little disappointed, “they are always so slow here.”

“Hey” Zee said, “it takes time to fry up horse hooves and pig guts.” 

“You know” I said, “if they hear you talking like that, they’ll probably spit in your food.”

“Ooh, yum, spit.”

This continued for awhile. Each joke becoming worse then the last, until, finally, our food had found its way to our table.

Before me was the delicious meal I had awaited a half an hour for. 

The burger, fries, and chicken nuggets were all so tantalizing, with the sweat sent of each of them teasing my nostrils so much so that I had no idea which to bite into first.

Clapping my hands together and unable to get rid of the smile on my face, I thanked which ever god had blessed me for this delectable gift and dived into the feast.

Two minutes later, I was downing my soda to wash down the remainder of my meal.

Meanwhile, both Clair and Zee had barely touched their food. It was fine, they've always been slow eaters.

“Skee skee” Clair said, “at least enjoy the food before you gobble it up.”

“Huh” I looked at her with confusion, “but I did enjoy it. . . hey, how much do they charge for seconds.”

Clairabell then promptly slumped her head in defeat.

“Ah, it’s not fair. How can someone look so cute but be such a huge glutton at the same time?”

“Simple” Zee said, “her stomachs a black hole.”

“Some say it can teleport you to another dimension” I chimed, “but in truth all it does is devour any surrounding matter into its empty void.”

“Hey” she demanded, “you know i can’t keep up with your science mumbo jumbo.”

It was really easy science though.

With a huff, Clairabell threw her hair back and proudly picked up her sandwich.

“Alright then, black hole stomach awaken!”

She then took a big bite out of her chicken and chewed it all up.

Then her lips recoiled and her eyes got a pained look.

I offered her my drink and she quickly used it to wash down the terrible flavor that, I’m assuming, was garlic.

“Ew” she proclaimed, “when’d they start putting garlic on these things.”

“It might be an attempt to keep you from coming here” Zee said, “that, or they screwed up our order.”

She chugged some more of my soda before and Zee cracked a few more jokes while I was reminded of how out of place these two looked here.

With her make up perfectly placed on her face, and her tan shirt and black skinny jeans hugging her body, Clair looked like a super model who had just wondered in to wait for her manager.

Zee meanwhile, with his strong jaw and muscular build and v-neck that emphasized his collarbone, looked as though he had just got done staring in a super hero movie.

In short, they looked cool.

Personally, I'd like to describe our as similar to Neapolitan ice cream.

Zee was chocolate, the one everyone goes to and loves. He's a hit at parties, goes great with everything, and is always there for you.

Clairabell's strawberry, the better second. She's sweet, pretty to look at, and has a slight tang to her that makes her endearing to everybody who meats her.

I, meanwhile, was vanilla. Not necessarily a bad flavor, just one that doesn't stand out without the other two. I'm boring to look at, only taste well for a short while, and would probably make chocolate and strawberry look better if I wasn't part of the dessert in general.

Any who, Zee and Clair headed over to get her chicken sandwich changed out, while I went to refill my sody pop.

As I watched the fizzy, dark brown liquid fill the cup, I contemplated how I would explain to them that I couldn't leave the town. How it would tear my mom apart if I went to a college were she wouldn't be able to see me.

Then, I tried to think about how I could bring up Europe to mom. My dad knew my friends wanted me to go, but we both knew how much mom wanted me to stay in town. How the community college has, more or less, every class I could possibly excel in.

Then, I thought about how my soda was over flowing and spilling out.

"Oh no, no, no, no."

I pulled the cup away, splashing soda all over my hands and the counter.

With a heavy sigh, I turned to grab some napkins and clean this mess up. That's, when I noticed the person staring at me.

They were standing by the door, directly infront of the trash can to be precise. They were wearing a large, baggy, gray hoodie that seemd to conceal their physical appearance. I wasn't even able to tell what their face looked like because it was concealed by the giant hood they wore.

The only thing I could make of them was that they were rather short.

I'm sorry for how that might sound but it was the only thing I could think of that could describe them.

For a while, we both just stood there not saying anything.

I tried to think of a way to approach the sittuation. How I should great this total stranger who was just staring at me.

My heart began to raise and a giant not started forming in my stomich.

I wanted this to end. To crawl into a hole and wait until this person stopped looking at me like some strange anomaly which didn't belong in this world.

"Skye?"

I turned around so fast to meet Clairs voice that I tripped over my own feet a fell flat on my butt.

"Are you okay" Clair asked, kneeling down to make sure I wasn't hurt.

"Y-yeah" I stuttered out, "I'm f-fine."

She continued to look at me with concern clearly not believing what I said.

"S-so, what are we doing after this?"

". . .we were going to go to the arcade. But, we could just call it a night-."

"Let's go."

I hoisted my self off the ground, hoping that I didn't look as freaked out as I actually was.

In doing so I accidentally placed my hands in the sticky soda mess I had made. So, there was also that.

"Oh, okay."

She kept looking at me with a worried look even as we made our way outside.

"Alright" Zee said, "who's driving, who's riding, and who's drinking? I'm doing all three."

He then promptly pulled out a flask and started chugging.

"Zee!"

"No worries, it's sprite. I ain't an alcoholic just yet."

I was about to step forward and hop onto Zees bike, but Clair quickly grabbed my shoulder and turned me in the direction of her bright red corvet.

[ddaddsprompts]

Hi there! You probs have a bajillion prompts, and thanks so much for working so hard on all of them! When ya get the time, how about what it would be like showering with all of the dads? ;) Thanks~

Thank you so much for your prompt! Please beware that some of the scenes hint at sexual acts, but nothing actually NSFW happens. Also, Damien’s scene deals with body image and gender dysphoria, but again, it is only hinted at. Please enjoy!

🥃 There’s dirt and mud in placesit most certainly doesn’t belong. You pluck a branch out of Robert’s hair andthrow it aside. The two of you had been out hunting the Dover Ghost in thewoods, when your foot suddenly didn’t meet solid ground but air, and youtumbled down a small slide into the thicket. You’re not sure how Robert fell,but he accused you of pulling him down with you, which sounds about right butyou’ve learnt not to trust Robert’s words without solid proof. Now you’re bothcovered in dirt and in desperate need of a shower. He parks his truck in frontof his house and immediately makes a beeline for the front door. You hesitateand turn to walk to your own home, but Robert takes your hand and tugs youalong, and that’s that. Robert cocks his head and raises his eyebrow and younod your consent. After kicking open the door and shrugging off his jacket,Robert pushes you into the shower. Without a warning, he turns on the water. “Fuck!”You jerk away from the cold water and glare. “Payback,” Robert says with aferal grin. “That’s my favourite shirt, you dick.” Robert hums, clearly not giving a fuck,and pulls down the zipper of your jeans. “It’s ruined anyway. Stop crying aboutit. I’ll buy you a new one.” He gets to his knees and you decide there are moreimportant things than your shirt right now.

 🍸 The moment Joseph slips through the gapbetween the door and the frame, you throw it closed. Just in time; a secondlater and Christian and Christie would have got you. You sink down against thedoor and look up. The moment Joseph’s eyes meet your own, you’re laughing sohard, you press a hand to your side where it’s starting to hurt. Both of youare covered in batter, sprinkles and chocolate sauce. There even was some flourand butter on Joseph’s chin. Would you step closer, you could probably see thetwins’ fingerprints. “We need a shower,” Joseph declares once he calms downenough to speak. Still giggling, you nod and start to get undressed, but Josephstops you. He pulls you close against him and reaches down to wipe some batterof your face. He sucks his finger into his mouth, making your breath hitch inyour throat. Joseph winks and you decide to take revenge; you lean in and lickalong his neck following a trail of sauce. The next moment, Joseph has youpressed against the wall and his tongue invades your mouth. You groan into thekiss and wrap your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. Somehow, hemanages to get you two into the shower and to turn on the water. Your clothesget soaked, but you don’t care, not when Joseph reaches for your belt and getsto undressing you.

☕ You sniff on the bottle of shampoo in Mat’s shower and laugh. “Babe,you work at a coffee shop, why would you use vanilla-scented shampoo?” Matchuckles and shrugs, then takes off his shirt and haphazardly throws it asideonto the pile of your clothes. “I like the smell.”“Never would have guessed. I have no idea how you do it. If I had to smellcoffee all day, I would never drink any ever again.” Even after the concert,where some drunks had bumped into you and covered you in beer, Mat still smellslike baked goods and coffee beans. By now, you’re half-convinced those smellshad become part of his body odour and he’d never get rid of it. Mat stepscloser and gently crowds you against the shower wall; you bury your face in hisneck and inhale, just to wrinkle your nose in distaste. “You reek of beer.” Matsnorts and turns on the water. “Pot meets kettle, baby. You don’t smell anybetter yourself.” You hear him uncap the shampoo bottle before he starts tomassage the liquid into your hair, occasionally scratching your scalp. “Hey,know what, babe?” Mat pauses and you lean back to look up at him. “What, Y/N?”“Now I’ll smell like you.” He fondly rolls his eyes and pinches your side. Witha noise of protest, you try to move out of his grasp, but he tightens his armsaround you and starts to tickle you.

🌹 After a hard day of gardening work, you’recovered in sweat and dirt, and you can practically hear the shower call yourname. You pull your dirty shirt over your head and aim for the washing basket,missing it by a good mile. Damien chuckles and bends down to retrieve it. “Thereare towels in the cabinet there. Feel free to use my shampoo, dear, and—““You know, if you wanted we could…” You make a gesture and blush. “Share.Shower together. You know?” Damien’s eyes go wide. He blushes and averts hiseyes. “Oh. I wouldn’t want to intrude, showers are a very private and intimatething. Besides, the cabin is barely wide enough for the two of us to fit insidethe cabin and—“ You reach out to take his hand and squeeze it, whichimmediately shuts him up. “Damien,” you softly say. “It was just a suggestion.If you don’t want to, just say so, I won’t be angry or disappointed.” He lacesyour fingers together, his blush deepening. “It’s not…” Damien takes a deepbreath. “I’d love to. But…” He gestures down his body and understanding dawnson you. You pull him close and wrap your arms around his waist. “Dear, Iunderstand. If it makes you feel better, I’ll stand behind you?” He thinksabout it, then nods. You turn around as he undresses and wait until he givesyou the ‘go’ before you join him. You wrap your arms around his waist frombehind and nuzzle his nape. When it becomes time to wash yourself, Damiensurprises you by turning around and taking the soap from your hands.

🎣 “Like it?” You can only nod numbly, still rendered speechless by thesight in front of you. You should have known a constructor like him wouldn’tleave the bathroom as it was when he moved in. The shower isn’t as much a cabinas it is a room in itself, complete with a bench-like construction that wouldallow you to lie comfortably while the water ran down your body. You’re itchingto try it out and tell Brian as much. He laughs and motions you forward. “Goahead, Y/N. There are even different shower heads. One of them feels like a hottub massage.” You nearly groan. A massage is just what you need, your dad bodisn’t getting any younger. You start stripping, aware of Brian’s eyes watchingyour every move. “Hey, Y/N?” You hum to show you’re listening. “Would you mindme joining you?” He sounds unsure, even though there’s no reason to. Tore-assure him, you tiptoe and kiss his cheek, giving him a bright smile. “Ofcourse, Brian! I really want to try out that massage spray while cuddling mybig bear boyfriend.” Brian chuckles and strips, too. You lie down on the benchand wait for him to join you, which Brian does after turning on the water. Hepulls you into his arms and trails kisses down your jaw.

👟 You sink against the tiled wall of the shower cabin with a groan. Yourwhole body hurts; hell, you can even feel muscles you didn’t know existed untilnow and your first meeting with those parts of your body isn’t all thatpositive. “Was that last suicide sprint really necessary?” Craig throws hisshirt into the washing basket, showing off his muscled chest and his abs, whichare glistening with sweat. You try not to stare, but that battle was lostbefore it even began. Bastard fully knows the effect he has on you, too, andpurposely stretches his arms over his head, making his muscles flex. You gulp.While your legs still are pudding and you’re pretty sure they will give insoon, the rest of your body seems to have forgotten how much pain you were injust a second ago. “Bro, it wasn’t that bad. And you did it!” Craig steps intothe cabin with you and slides it shut behind him. The shower is a lot biggerthan the one at your house, but still not meant to accommodate two grown men.Craig’s pressed against you, chest-to-chest, and he leans down to kiss you. “I’llmake it up to you,” he says against your lips. “You earned yourself a reward.”

📖 Just as you started to think Ernest got overhis prank phase, he installed a bucket over the bedroom door and filled it withsome green goo. Which is why you and Hugo are standing in the bathroom, coveredhead to toe in the stuff. You’re glad Hugo hadn’t been wearing his favouriteshirt, the one the Eastern Dragon had signed, or all hell would be loose now. “Wantto share?” You ask and gesture to the shower cabin. “Saves water. I doubt wecan get everything off by ourselves—“ You pluck some of the goo off yourshoulder and blanch. It’s sticky, which makes you think it won’t be washed offeasily. Hugo must have come to the same conclusion, as he nods and gets intothe shower. The cabin is too small for the two of you. Awkwardly, you try toposition yourself in a way that would allow you to turn around, but you end upwith your back against the tiles, Hugo’s leg between your own. He blushes andreaches up to turn on the water. It runs down his head, flattens his long hair againsthis head, making him look even hotter than he normally does. He leans down,probably to kiss you, but you stop him and wipe some goo off his lips beforemeeting them halfway.

[zykaben]

Snapdragons and Demons: Chapter 3

Title: Snapdragons and Demons Fandom: Dream Daddy Rating: Teen Pairing: None yet Warnings: Cursing Word Count: 2948 Chapter Summary: The Christiansens are having a cookout and everyone in the cul-de-sac is invited! Whether they want to be or not. A/N: @radio-silents​, here’s the third chapter! Happy reading!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Robert did not stop cryptid hunting.

Damien couldn’t help but to wonder if his neighbor had a death wish, simply didn’t care, or believed that he would be able to handle all manner of magical entities that crossed paths with him.

No matter how he looked at it, Robert was being incredibly foolish.

Damien didn’t know Robert well enough to judge whether or not this was the man’s typical behavior—they were neighbors who had held a conversation for less than five minutes. Mary had had told Damien that she and Robert were drinking buddies; friends, even. Mary obviously knew Robert better than Damien did, so he should just take her word for it and leave the man alone to whatever it was he got up to.

Damien never was particularly good at playing the role of the bystander.

Still, there was nothing that Damien could truly do except to use his magic to search for the auras of other magical creatures. If anything came back too strong or too hostile, Damien would simply have to step in before Robert could get himself hurt.

… he hoped that would be enough.

For now, though, he couldn’t spend too much time worrying over it. Mary would be coming over soon and Damien didn’t need nor desire to cause her unnecessary anxiety. He was simply apprehensive over Robert’s wellbeing but Mary was quite secure in her belief of it. No reason for Mary to be worried over Damien’s concerns.

The doorbell rang.

“Mary!” Damien opened the door with a grin. “Please, come in. I’m delighted to have you over.”

“Always so formal,” Mary said it lieu of greeting him. “One might think that you weren’t from this time era.”

“Hm, wherever would they get that idea?” Damien replied, shutting the door. Mary’s sort of humor wasn’t of a brand that he had met before. It was sarcasm spoken as if it were not and attempts to mislead using rather ridiculous statements. It had taken some getting used to, but Damien couldn’t imagine his life without it now.

The Victorians’ humor hadn’t been something he’d had much time to observe and see, considering he had delegated tasks and missions and those who had summoned him rarely made any form of small talk with him, let alone attempt to amuse him. Demons… they had a sense of humor that Damien could only describe as nonsensically crude, sadistically cruel, and ludicrously gory.

… he rather liked to avoid it if he could.

“So,” Mary said as she liberated a bottle of wine from his cupboard and began pouring herself a glass. She only stopped once the crimson liquid had all but reached the rim of the glass and then took a long sip.

“Would you care to finish that thought?” Damien asked.

“So it’s been two weeks. How are you settling in?”

Damien couldn’t help the warm, soft smile that tugged at his lips. “I love it here. It’s brilliant. The people are wonderful and the neighborhood is magnificent and… I can’t possibly imagine any other place I would rather spend my time in.”

Mary raised an eyebrow. “Great people, huh? Dames, you haven’t talked with anyone except for me and Joseph.”

“That is wholly untrue. I spoke with Robert and Hugo.”

“Dames, I introduced you to Hugo and you two exchanged five sentences max. And as far as I know, you and Robert have had exactly one conversation. You haven’t interacted with either of them outside of that.”

Damien wisely chose not to mention the fact that he had been keeping a watch over Robert since he had spoken with the man. “They both seem pleasant enough. Besides, you and Joseph are wonderful. Who else could I possibly need?”

Mary shook her head. “Nope. I’m not letting you become a hermit. You’re living life as a human now so that means you have to socialize like one. You’re meeting everyone else in the cul-de-sac.”

“Am I now?”

“Yup. Me and Joseph are having a barbecue. Everyone is invited. You’re coming.”

“Ah.” Well, Damien couldn’t say that he wasn’t excited at the prospect of meeting others who lived so close to him. However, he hadn’t quite perfected the… human interaction part of being a human.

“I’ll be at your side for every single second,” Mary said. “I know you’re worried about being awkward and not getting stuff right, but you’ll be fine. If anyone is a dick I’ll beat their ass.”

Damien felt a chuckle slip out. “I am most gleeful to know that a valiant lady such as yourself will be defending my honor from any slights imposed upon it.”

Mary downed the rest of the wine and went to pour herself another glass. “Yeah, yeah. No need to use all those big words. You know that my tiny mortal mind can’t keep up with that shit.”

“When will the… barbecue be?”

Mary looked up and made eye contact with Damien. “Holy fuck you don’t know what a barbecue is.”

“Oh no, believe you me, I do know. I’ve simply never used the term before.”

“What a fucking nerd.” Mary placed the bottle down. “It’s on Saturday at two in the afternoon. Sound good?”

“I highly doubt that I have much choice in the matter.”

“Right you are, my friend.”

Robert didn’t want to go to Wonder Bread’s barbeque. He really, truly didn’t. He had better things to do with his time. Like… taking shots of whiskey or playing with his totally ferocious and dangerous dog, Betsy, or whittling or literally anything else.

The only problem was that Mary had more or less told him if he didn’t go that there would be consequences. Robert had little to no idea what that would entail, but he did know that once of the basic Rules of Survival was Don’t Fuck with Mary Christiansen so dammit if he wasn’t going to get his ass in gear and go to Fuckboy McGee’s cookout.

At the very worst he’d just stand in the corner, devour as many burgers as he could stomach, then grab as many as he could inconspicuously carry back to his house so he could just pop them in the microwave for dinner later in the week. Solid plan.

For these reasons alone, Robert found himself blinking against sunlight that streamed through the windows, chipper alarm beeping and chirping and doing the rude thing where it woke him up. He fumbled for his phone and hit the snooze button. He checked the time. A minute past noon. Huh. He must have slept through his first five alarms. Figures.

Robert stood up and stretched the best he could. He had showered last morning so he was good for the rest of the day. Now all he needed to do was find some presentable clothing and he would be ready to go lurk in Mary’s backyard.

Robert stumbled out of his bed and glanced around the floor. There, a red shirt. Robert picked up and held it to his face, taking a sniff. It’d didn’t smell like shit, so it would work just fine.

Robert quickly changed into his clothes and shrugged on his signature leather jacket. God, he loved the thing. Once he didn’t look like complete shit and had brushed his teeth, he plopped down on the couch of his living room and turned on the television. Hell yeah, Long Haul Paranormal Ice Road Ghost Truckers was on. It was only a rerun but seriously, the show was fucking gold. He quickly set another alarm, just in case. The show was enthralling as all fuck and Robert would rather not piss Mary off by blowing the barbeque off in favor of amazing reality TV.

When the alarm finally went off, Robert threw his head back with a groan. He flicked the TV off and meandered on over and out the door. He took one deep breath before he marched on over to Mary’s house.

God, Mary owed him so much fucking alcohol for this.

Damien had been the first to arrive by quite a large margin. He had figured that it would only be polite to show up early and offer his assistance to Mary and Joseph, considering the two seemed to be hosting this get-together in his honor. Truly, it was incredibly kind of them.

Damien had helped set out eating utensils, went out with Mary to buy all of the condiments they could possibly conceive of, and assisted in preparing what Joseph described as his “legendary” chocolate-chip cookies. Damien wasn’t sure how Joseph’s cookies could have reached such a status so he assumed it was something of a joke.

Regardless, Damien had felt rather proud of his contribution and, by the time the start of the event rolled around, everything was perfectly set up.

“We did a pretty kick-ass job,” Mary stated.

“I have to admit, I think this has been some of the fastest and best prep work for a party that we’ve ever done,” Joseph agreed as he looked over the yard. “Thank you, Damien. I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am.”

Damien smiled. Joseph seemed to take in a policy of avoidance around him, so to hear such sincere gratitude… well, Damien was rather moved.

“It was no trouble at all,” Damien assured. “It was an honor to lend you my assistance.”

Damien could practically hear Mary rolling her eyes while Joseph let out a small chuckle. “Sure thing, buddy.”

Damien perked up. Joseph had called him his buddy! He had never done so before.

Damien was touched.

“Oh hold up, angtsy grunge man approaching from four o’clock,” Mary said, brandishing her arm to their right and pointing. Damien followed her line of sight and was quickly graced with the sight of Robert sauntering into the yard.

“You cut me deep, Mary,” Robert smirked. “You just gotta hit right where it hurts.”

Mary grinned. “What are friends for?”

“Fuck if I know.” Robert looked over to Joseph before letting his gaze slide over him and on to Damien. “Good to see you again.”

Damien couldn’t help but smile at the man. “And it’s a pleasure to greet you again as well. I confess that I am most grateful that I am seeing you once again; I rather appreciate the confirmation that you are not, in fact, dead.”

That seemed to startle a laugh out of Robert. “Who knows, maybe I’m a ghost and my specter has come back to haunt you.”

“Oh dear, that would be most alarming.”

“God, you two are such dweebs,” Mary interrupted. “I can’t handle this much nerdiness.”

“You’re just jealous that you won’t come back as a ghost,” Robert taunted.

Mary rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m going to go and get myself a glass of wine.”

And with that, Mary sauntered into her home, presumably to find her poison of choice.

Joseph cleared his throat in a move that Damien immediately recognized as one of discomfort. “Well, I better go after her and grab some wine for the party before she drinks it all. I’ll be right back.”

Joseph quickly followed Mary, leaving Damien and Robert alone in the backyard.

Well, Damien thought, there’s no reason to let silence fall upon us.

“So, Robert,” Damien turned to the man, letting a smile form, “all jests aside, I would like to say that I am pleased that you’re doing well. I was actually quite worried about your wellbeing after you departed. Mary assured me that everything was fine, of course, and I must admit that I was rather relieved.”

“… huh,” was the eloquent response that Damien received. He was not going to let Robert’s unreadable expression deter him.

“Mary did tell me that you were out hunting…” Damien feigned stumbling over the word, “cryptids, was it? I’m most curious as to how you involved yourself in that particular pastime. I don’t suppose that you would mind telling me? I find it most intriguing.”

Damien wasn’t lying. The idea that a human glimpsed into the supernatural and was not only unafraid but then actively sought out the paranormal… it was equally foolhardy and admirable.

Though really, Robert shouldn’t be out doing anything without protection.

The only reaction that Damien was able to garner from Robert was a blank stare. Damien could only wonder what the man might be thinking. He truly hoped he hadn’t said anything to give away his… less than human nature. Or maybe Robert simply thought him odd?

Oh, what he would give to know what this man was thinking!

Robert was floored.

This man had been genuinely concerned for his safety. Robert was used to people brushing off his cryptic words, dismissing his as a weirdo or a dramatic prick. Knowing that someone had listened to him, taken his words to heart, and then been sincerely worried was new. And Robert was pretty fucking sure that Damien was telling the truth. Robert liked to think that he was good enough at weaving stories and fake accounts to be able to pick up on when someone was lying or trying to pull a fast one. Damien most definitely did not give Robert any of those vibes.

So that was something. Damien actually gave a shit about him.

And then. Then Damien asked about cryptids.

Yeah, Robert mostly used cryptid hunting as a joke or something to weird people out, but he genuinely believed that there was shit out there that was beyond rational explanation, creatures whose very existence was questioned. Things that couldn’t be explained.

To have someone not dismiss him out of hand and then make an attempt to engage him on the topic out of nothing but innocent curiosity…

Yeah, Robert was thrown for a bit of a loop.

Throw all of that in with the fact that Damien was pretty handsome and smiled like someone had personally handed him the sun, and Robert almost felt a little flustered.

And fuck he should probably respond like any normal human being because Damien’s smile was slipping and that was when it registered in Robert’s brain that standing there silently was not a good way to keep a conversation going. Much as he valued silence, even he could realize that there was a time and place for it. That time was not while someone who seemed to be a genuinely good person tried to engage him in a conversation.

“Oh, you know,” Robert shrugged, attempting to feign nonchalance (which he was pretty fucking great at), “your typical story. Used to be a skeptic, never believed in any of that bullshit. Ran into something I couldn’t explain, scared me to hell and back again. Been a believer ever since. Not I just patrol, make sure that nothing steps too far outta line. Someone’s gotta keep the Dover Ghost in check.”

Damien’s head cocked to the side in a way that Robert could only associate with a puppy. “I cannot say that I am at all familiar with the Dover Ghost.”

Robert looked off to where Joseph was coming out of the door into the backyard in order to greet Brian. He continued, “Real nasty thing. Sticks to forested area. Stalks you in the dead of night. Looks like a human that was built wrong. Glowing purple eyes.”

When Robert turned back, Damien’s face scrunched in a way that he interpreted as nervousness. Time to milk it.

“Maybe a few weeks ago, I saw it clearly for the first time. I looked into its eyes. It wanted to murder me at the very least. Who knows what else it would have done to me if it had gotten a hold of me. But I’m a professional. It lunged at me, claws out and teeth snapping. I jumped back before it could take a chunk out of me. I had my knife out, but even I’m not batshit crazy enough to go head-to-head with this thing. I’ll admit it, I ran. I didn’t want to have any part of what that thing wanted. I booked it from the forest, but I could hear it running after me. I could feel the air move behind me as it swung its claws. And for a few moments, I swear I could feel its breath on my neck. But then, I was out of the woods. I ran onto the sidewalk. The world was brighter in the street. And just like that, it was gone. I looked back. Nothing. Not even any evidence to suggest that I had been running for my life except for my own pounding heart. Scariest experience of my life.”

Damien was now staring at him, wide-eyed and visibly paler than before Robert had begun his little tale.

“But don’t worry too much,” Robert hastened to assure him. “All you need to do is stay out of the forest at night. The thing hates light and never leaves its domain.”

“A-ah. I see,” Damien gave Robert a wavering smile. “Thank you ever so much for the advice. I truly appreciate it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe that I should introduce myself to our neighbors before Mary forcibly drags me into socializing.”

Robert nodded. “Good call.”

With another uneven smile, Damien gave an eloquent wave and turned on his heel, walking towards Hugo.

Robert couldn’t believe that he had scared the guy so badly. Maybe he should tone it down next time. Damien had only really started to go as white as a sheet when Robert had started describing the Dover Ghost.

No more mentioning the Dover Ghost, then. There was absolutely no reason to scare off this sincere and adorable man.

[neon-skies95]

Tagged by @sketchesanddoodlesandthings​

So I’ll tag @artimus-maora​, @spaceferrari​, and @141-point-12​. Do what you will.

Favorite Place: My bed. It’s warm and will never harm me.

Relationship Status: Single. 

Favorite Color: Orange,

Pets: Currently deceased.

Last song I listened to: Keep on Loving you by REO Speedwagon

Favorite TV show: That’s a good question... Generally when I watch something, I rarely re-watch it. I guess Courage the Cowardly Dog then, that’s the one I re-watch the most.

First Fandom: Power Puff Girls and Barbie. That was in the old-time when I was a wee bab.

Hobbies: Playing video games, watching anime and cartoons. It used to be drawing, but that’s kind of my job now.

Books I’m currently Reading: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Also slowly making my way through Les Miserables by Victor Hugo.

Favorite book: Phoenix: Future by Osamu Tezuka

Name: Mia

Nickname: just use shortened version of my URL, neon. the internet using my real name just feels weird.

Sign: Scorpio.

Height: 5′1″

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw. 

Favorite animal: Echidnas. They don’t have boobs so they lactate out their pores. They’re the raddest.

Time right now: 10:10 am.

Average hours of sleep: fuk

Cat or dog person: Dog. If I touch a cat, my throat closes and I run the risk of dying.

Favorite fictional character from Harry Potter: Norbert

Number of blankets you sleep with: ∞

Favorite singer or band: The Protomen. u thought echidnas were the raddest thing holy shit these wonderful ppl are 10x as rad

Dream trip: Tour of Japan. Just roughly half a year to explore the whole country. Learn some shit, buy some shit. The works.

Dream job: Character design for a video game company. I’m currently a level designer and concept artist for video game courses, so I’m getting there.

When was this blog created: long-ass fucking time ago when i was young and dreamed of glory

When did your blog reach its peak: haha wat the fuk is that?

What made you decide to make a tumblr: Most of the links to my OTPs traced back to tumblr and I had some friends already on it, so I figured I’d jump on the bandwagon.

5 things you’ll find in my bag: My laptop, at least 2 different chargers, my tablet, some pencils (most broken), and headphones.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: There is no bedroom, only plush toys.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life: Sleep all day, play all night, travel the world, learn at least one new language, and be productive. Some of these things contradict the others on this list...

5 things that make me happy: Cartoons, sleeping, plush toys, the cheesiest of music, and good scenery.

5 things I’m currently into: Pokemon, Sherlock Holmes, Transformers, Metal Gear, and sleeping

5 things on my to-do list: Required reading, meetings, finish MGSV, finish Birth by Sleep, speaking of sleep...

5 things people may not know about me: I’m a huge history buff and I like to learn as much as I can about history from different points of view. There are about 4 boxes of plush toys in my permanent home and at least 1 more still in the basement. I was a “Sherlockian” before the BBC show came out, and to this day I still prefer the Granada series. I started my love of Transformers and Pokemon roughly around the same time, and they’ve stuck ever since. Speaking of which, I have 2 other blogs: @thatcleffa (Pokemon) and @djblasterblastinrightatya (Transformers, but also just robots in general).

Rules: Put your music on “Shuffle” List the first 10 songs

(most of my music comes from Spotify, so I’ll just use my biggest playlist and go from there)

1: Bat Out of Hell - Meatloaf

2: Live & Learn: Crush 40

3: Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler

4: Science Fiction/Double Feature - Richard O’Brien/Rocky Horror Picture Show

5: The Stand (Man or Machine) - The Protomen

6: December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night) - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

7: The Trooper - The Protomen (it’s a cover of the original)

8: Flash - The Protomen (also a cover)

9: Opening Ceremony - Bjorn Skifs/Chess

10: Shia LaBeouf Live (Actual Cannibal Shia Labeouf) - Rob Cantor

A - Age: 21

B - Biggest fear: My home going up in flames. C - Current time: 10:45 am. Time flies. D - Drink you last had: Water. Gotta stay hydrated. E - Every day starts with: reluctance F - Favorite song:  Will of the One by The Protomen G - Ghosts, are they real: i mean, they could be H - Hometown: Michigan. That’s a state not a town, but you get the idea. I - In love with: my bed. my one true love. J - Jealous of: Those who can actually draw. Also those who can pet cats. Please stop teasing me for my inability to touch cats. It’s a dick move. K - Killed someone: ur a nosy one arent ya? L - Last time you cried: like, last week. maybe last night. M - Middle name: Frances. N - Number of siblings: 1. Younger brother. O - One wish: infinite wishes. then i can do whatever. P - Person you last called/texted: My future Dungeon Master. We’re starting a one-off campaign this Friday. Q - Questions you’re always asked: Is it Mia or Maya? (when the fuck has it ever pronounced Maya???) R - Reasons to smile: my bed. it’s waiting for me. im coming my darling, just a few more hours...! S - Song last played: Keep on Loving You - REO Speedwagon T - Time you woke up: 8:00 am. Wasn’t technically awake until 8:05 am. U - Underwear color: They have the Avengers on them. V- Vacation destination: This Spring break I’m going to LA! Mostly for business reasons, but it sounds like it’ll be a lot of fun, too! W - Worst habit: I bite the inside of my lip a lot, and I grind my teeth and generally don’t realize it until my jaw hurts or my head aches. The latter is reason for most of my dental issues.

X - X-rays you’ve had: Mouth and arms, and one time my leg.

Y - Your favorite food: I can’t really choose one because if I eat too much of one thing I get sick of it. Oreos, Nutella, and lava cake are currently at the top there.

Z - Zodiac sign: Scorpio.

1. What can’t you sleep without? I sleep a lot easier with at least one plush to hug. 2. What are your favorite kind of socks? I have one pair with cute little Pikachus all over them and another pair with cute little sheep all over them. I try not to wear them when I have to walk a lot so they don’t get holes. 3. What’s your favorite snack/meal/drink? I really like soup... like a lot. Especially if there’s a lot of noodles and meat. It’s generally my go-to if I need a pick-me-up or can’t find anything appetizing on a menu. 4. What’s your favorite kind of weather? Sunny and warm with a hint of a breeze. 5. What do you like to listen to/do to relax and feel better when you’re upset? Get something warm (like soup), and get cuddly in bed with my plushies. Also some Youtube. 6. What’s your favorite store to shop at? Book stores. 7. What color do you wear the most? Red and occasionally dark green. And a surprisingly large amount of black. 8. What’s your favorite (video/board/social/party) game to play? Pokemon.  9. Any guilty pleasures? “One Night in Bangkok”. The song is from the concept album/play Chess, and the song is about an American chess player being a douche in Bangkok. I don’t think we’re supposed to sympathize with him, but it can be pretty cringe-y. It’s very catchy and it’s terrible. 10. If you could go anywhere (in real life or in fiction), where would it be? It would be so rad to go to Destiny Islands from Kingdom Hearts. Preferably as a kid. idk, my current age on an island of kids would be weird.