#no pity for darth weirdo

[thehungreecat]

the madness of anakin skywalker

[starshower1215]

disabled ppl sure love pretending to be oppressed, why does it matter if a character in media is disabled? it doesn’t becuz “ableism” doesnt exist and its a fake axis of oppression when they already get visibility and benefits others dont

Nice of you to start a conversation about this, Anon. I predicted that I'd receive an ask like this soon. Unfortunately, I was correct. You can read to the end or not, but I cited exact video time stamps for you, and I think that in itself is enough. The mere existence of evidence against your claims negates them.

Anyway, ableism is still prevalent in society, so yes, it does matter if a character is disabled—especially Levi Ackerman, who I have to mention, as I, unfortunately, have to assume your ask pertains to him, given the association of my username with the post on his disability [x] and the fandom's history of prejudice against him. Discrimination is defined as an "unjust or prejudicial treatment." Therefore, ableism, or any discriminatory set of beliefs or prejudice, doesn't limit itself to explicit aggression the way you're thinking oppression may be, but also extends itself to micro-aggression or internalised-phobia or hatred. While it's not popular to be shouting "Disabled people are worth less than able people" from the rooftops, this belief manifests in different, maybe (?) more subtle ways, and I'll give you one easy example.

If you check out the popular relationship between Shane Burcaw and Hannah Aylward, or "Squirmy and Grubs" [x], you'll find that loads of people think their love is impossible on the basis that he's disabled—visibly disabled—and she's "a cute chick" who is "smoking hot." People commonly mistake her for his sister, his nurse, or his caretaker, or assume that she's with him out of pity, out of a fetish she has, or for money. You can see this with ease in Black Bigalow's video [x] on why their relationship is fake. Content warning for some weird, sexualised discussion about the woman's body, should anyone click that link. He may claim—repeatedly and explicitly—that he isn't ableist, but that doesn't justify his implicitly ableist mindset. He wonders if she has a fetish for disabled people [x], claims that she can only be married to him because she's either (1) a weirdo, (2) pitiful towards him, or (3) with him for the money [x], and finally asserts that it's impossible that a woman could fall in love with "a guy like that" [x]. People even view her as "saintly" or an angel for loving him, as though she's carrying a burden no one else was willing to take. This simultaneously favors the able woman over the disabled man, by suggesting that he could never pull such an attractive woman as that, and that she would or should never settle for "a guy like that."

So yes, ableism still exists. Yes, oppression, or the "prolonged cruel or unjust treatment," of disabled people is still very prevalent in society. No one is playing pretend here.

You also say that disabled people "already get visibility and benefits others don't" in a way that suggests that they're lucky to have that, and that others should, too. To those insinuations, no, lol. Just no. To visibility, also no. I am of the notion that we focus much more heavily on racial representation, and even with representation of disabled people, many of those characters are villains, as scars or physical impairments are used as a manner of linking a character's nature with evil. Examples: Frankenstein, Scar, Darth Vader, Freddy Krueger. Maybe even Voldemort, because he doesn't have a nose, lmao. This is not a positive lighting, and only reinforces prejudice against disabled people, unlike the visibility that we receive for other minorities. And to benefits, also no. You cannot generalise disabled people getting benefits. E.g. In my motherland, there is no official federal assistance provided for disabled people, despite the fact that there is a large abundance of them, amputees specifically, because the place is littered with unexploded landmines. Many are homeless, and most of them rely on begging to live. Disabled people may get benefits where you live, but it's like not that everywhere, and honestly, I doubt what is provided is enough, anyway, especially depending on the healthcare system that you might be relying on.

Edit: Some more information has been offered by an acquaintance of mine on the benefits that are provided to disabled people, particularly in the USA, which can be found in her reblog of my post [x].

To express directly why it matters that a character, particularly one like Levi, a hot-as-fuck, absolutely beautiful, kind person, is disabled at the end, it is because you realise his heroism never lied in his physicality the way it always has in other superheroes, but in his mentality, the way it should.

[alfie-etherington-fmp-year-1]

Images of me creating more characters for my fmp in which I’d create a more cartoony version and then creating a more uncanny valley style version of the same design, or adapt it to look more mutated

These little skull guy concepts were fun to draw and remix into their nightmarish counterparts especially getting to mess around with more realistic skull shapes was some solid practice the realistic ones were a bit weirdo in some areas but each sketch of them got better and better

Ah the tale of darth earl the young, truly a story of a dumb concept that in all honesty is still pretty funny , for basically everyone reading this who has no idea what I’m referring to earl was a little super sculpy model made for the wacky races project he was this little toxic vat with Google eyes and a little poorly sculpted gun, and since this project was all about cartoonish mutated what better a joke to bring back with artistic necromancy than the sentient toxic vat with Google eyes and a glock

So here he is, for this sort of artist revamp I put a lot more heavy focus into his mouth and hands since body language is a kind of impossibility when you body is literally just a barrel, so I gave him very cartoony and exaggerated expressions, and as for his mutated form

I made it this strange looking barrel mutant with a ton of eyes and two grossly stretch arms, sort of give a, “this thing looks like it wants to be put out of its misery” kind of look, make someone feel pity as well as disgust and fear when starring at it for too long

[jpllotteringwholocked2210]

My first fanfic Pt. 3

Hi guys!! Firstly, I want to say SORRY for not uploading this sooner - I said it would be up soon and then waited THREE MONTHS :((( I am so sorry!!! But please still read it!! I’ll put the whole thing up as usual so you don’t have to scroll through old posts to find Pt. 1 and 2...! <3 Sorry guys!! Hope you like it...

THE LAST THOUGHT.

 Will Solace woke with a start. Loud bangs were coming from his neighbour’s room again. He rolled over and peeked at his phone to check the time.

03:47.

What. The. Fuck.

Will groaned, hoping to god that they would stop moving and making such a racket soon, and he nestled his face back into his bright blue pillow decorated with suns. He exhaled, his blond curls drifting over his freckled forehead.

Bang. Bang. BANG.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, Will thought. 

He had no idea what these noises were, but they had been happening for days now, ever since his new neighbour moved in.

He didn’t usually get annoyed, but it was all he could do to not scream at the wall in frustration. He hadn’t even met his new neighbour, as they seemed to never exit their apartment.  Obviously still alive though, with all this noise. Will frowned, and wriggled further down his bed.

At first, he had hoped his new neighbour would be cute and funny and friendly (and, as Leo wouldn’t stop reminding him, “maybe even boyfriend material, amigo!”), but no such luck. He didn’t even know what gender his neighbour was, and after all this racket, he didn’t care if they were the sexiest man alive.

BANG.

Staring at his ceiling and cursing silently, he resolved to knock on their door tomorrow and sort this out…

***

Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BE-

“Ugh.”

Nico di Angelo smacked his alarm clock, swiping at his bedside table, and threw his black duvet over his head, grumbling about the loud noises he heard last night at an ungodly time that morning.

Nico only moved in a few days ago, but he didn’t want to make any effort to get to know his neighbours despite his half-sister Hazel’s insistence that he should “at least try to pretend he had friends and a bit of a life”. Although that made Hazel sound harsh, she was a lovely person and an even better sister, and she really cared for Nico, which is more than Nico could say of anyone else. Besides, she had a point. Nico had never really made an effort with people, mostly because he was terrified of what they’d think of him.

“Weirdo.” “He’s not normal.” “Bell-end.”

Nico buried his face in his mattress, curling up in a foetal position whilst trying to forget the high-school dicks that took great pleasure in tormenting him. High-school had ended a year ago. He was nineteen. He should be over this.

He wasn’t.

Nico looked at his alarm clock.

07:35.

He didn’t have to get up for anything, but getting up made him feel as if he had some sort of purpose in life, even if he just went back to sleep later. He sighed and got up slowly, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his dark tousled hair.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, you’ll go bald Neeks!!” His sister’s voice echoed in his head.  9 years, and Bianca’s voice was still in his head.

 He pushed a button on his De Longhi coffee machine and made himself an espresso. Hazel had referred to his new coffee machine as his “pride and joy” (which, Nico thought, was quite accurate as he was pretty sure his body was 90% coffee beans). He slumped onto his black leather armchair that his millionaire father had “generously” deigned to give him, coffee in hand, and thought about the sleep he’d missed. Whatever Hazel said, after these annoying banging noises, Nico was even more certain he never wanted to get to know his stupid neighbour.

***

When Will woke up to his alarm, he felt as if he’d only been sleeping for a second since he’d been disturbed earlier.

“Bloody new neighbour with their bloody nocturnal habits…”

Will looked at his phone, and cursed when he read the text that his friend Piper had sent him.

“WILL I AM TOTALLY SCREWED FOR TODAY. SERIOUSLY.”

“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.” Will groaned and put his palms to his forehead in annoyance. They had a test today that he had completely and utterly forgotten about. 

Med school was turning out to be way harder than he thought.  Not that he expected it to be easy, exactly, but the tests every week were even starting to wear him down, and he was definitely the most upbeat person there.

He got out of bed and ruffled his hair, pulling up his pyjama trousers so he didn’t trip over the bottom of them, and shuffled into the kitchen area of his flat.

Oh no.

Will looked around at his flat and wrinkled his nose. Pizza boxes and beer bottles covered the floor from last night. Why had he allowed Leo to come over?! It always ended like this, and Leo never ever helped tidy up. For one person, Leo not only ate like a horse, but also made so much mess it looked like a hippo had rampaged through the room.

Will sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was already running a little late and couldn’t afford to clean all this up now, so instead of sorting it out, he wandered to the fridge, pulled out a yoghurt and sat down. His phone buzzed.

“WILL I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.”

Will wasn’t worried. Piper said this every morning there was a test and somehow managed to get above 80% every time. People usually would find this annoying. But Will chuckled. He loved Piper, as she was the only other med student who, when faced with Will’s bright clothing and incessant smile, grinned just as widely and said “I like you!”. Naturally, people thought they were going out, but Will didn’t mind it. It was better than having to openly admit the truth.

“You are not allowed to like boys, William. It is not normal.”

His mother’s voice echoed in his head.

At least with Piper herself, Will didn’t have to pretend. Piper knew straight away that Will was gay, and that didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she made it her mission to point out all the men she thought “worthy”. Once, Piper walked up to a guy in their class, and pointed in his face, wiggling her eyebrows at Will. Of course, at the time, Will was so embarrassed, he went tomato-red, but now Will giggled and blushed slightly at the memory. He really did love Piper.

He checked the time again.

08:05.

He suddenly remembered his resolution to confront his new neighbour.

Maybe that can wait till tomorrow…? Will mused, not really desiring any sort of conflict. Or maybe just after class… He decided to wait until later to choose.

He tugged at a strand of hair that fell in front of his blue eyes, wrestling with the possibility of calling in sick to avoid the test. But, as usual, Will felt guilty at even the thought of that, and so texted Piper to say he was on his way, and went back to his bedroom to get dressed.

Okay… he thought, as he left the apartment. Time to face the music.

***

Nico heard a bang as his neighbour left their apartment. He guessed they were quite clumsy, because every single morning he heard a thud as they closed their door, occasionally accompanied by an “Ow!”. Nico rolled his eyes and sighed. Clearly, this neighbour was deaf or something, especially considering all the loud noises that had been emanating from the flat next door. 

Nico put his coffee mug down on the ridiculously expensive black marble coffee table, (another “present” from his father) stretched in his armchair and dropped his head back, glaring at the ceiling. 

 Wasn’t the whole point of not being in school so that I could restart my life? Find a hobby? A career? A friend…? 

 Nico sighed and rubbed his eyes. A friend was the least likely of the three he would ever have. He never had got along with people. People didn’t get along with me, he thought. Not since Bianca died…  Nico breathed deeply. He really missed her. He missed her ability to cheer him up with only a look, the constant glint in her eye, her laugh, her energy, her voice…

Great. Wallowing in self-pity. Nice. 

A faint buzz interrupted his sombre thoughts.  Nico forced himself to stand up, glancing at his mobile phone that he’d chucked on the kitchen worktop. 

Neeks. Emergency with Dad. Hazel xx

 Ugh. Leave it to our father to screw things up.

 Be right there N x

 Nico picked up his keys and was about to step out of the door when he looked down and realised he was still wearing his novelty Darth Vader pyjamas that Hazel had given him as a joke. Nico smirked despite himself, and went back to his room to quickly pull on black jeans and his ACDC t-shirt. Hazel called this his “rock-emo look”, but Nico had always felt black was his colour. 

 Yet another thing people at school took the piss out of me for.

 He tugged his trainers on, grabbed his leather jacket and stepped out the door, raising his eyebrow at a mound of miscellaneous cardboard that resembled…pizza boxes?…outside his neighbour’s door. 

 Typical, he thought, turning his back on the curious disorganised lump and striding through the corridor to the outside world. 

***

Well, that was awful. 

Will ran his hand through his hair, frowning at the space where his test had been. He sighed, and looked over at Piper who was grinning at him, mouthing “THAT WAS NOT TOO BAD”, and he made an extreme pouty grumpy face to show her that he did not feel the same. Piper winked at him and stuck her tongue out, her hazel eyes shining. 

Will sulked, wrinkling his nose and scrunching his eyebrows together, but couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter when Piper stood up and melodramatically blew him a kiss. Piper tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and winked again, giggling at Will as he struggled to keep a straight face. Will really loved her to bits. 

“Why the looooong face, Will?” 

Will looked up from his seat and met Piper’s inquiring eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. “Pipes, the test was so bad. I don’t even know if I answered half of the questions in comprehensible English!”

Piper tilted her head to one side, her choppy fringe drifting across her forehead, and put her hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was!” She grinned and ducked to catch Will’s eye, and he smirked back, standing up to sling his rucksack over his shoulder. They walked for a minute or so in silence. Will was still worrying about the test, and Piper wasn’t sure whether she should interrupt his thoughts. They stopped outside their classroom and Piper checked her phone.

“Ooh we’ve still got ten minutes! Shall we just stay here?” Will nodded, but stayed quiet.  Piper frowned, but then her face lit up with a wide smile. “I have something for you!” 

Will frowned at Piper. “Ummm Pipes, last time you said that, you introduced me to Leo. I don’t need to remind you how well that turned out.”

“Oh Will, don’t be so dramatic, you love Leo now!”

 “Yeah I do”, Will admitted, “but not in the way you hoped!”

Piper chuckled, and pulled something that resembled a fur-ball out of her tote bag. “Here.” She pressed it into his hand. 

“Pipes…why have you given me a dead rat?” 

“It is not a dead rat! Jeez, Will. Is this the thanks I get for giving you a lucky rabbit’s foot?”

“A what?!” Will dropped it, squeaking and wrinkling his freckled nose in disgust. Piper picked it up again, putting a hand on her hip and waving the foot at Will.

“A lucky rabbit’s foot. According to mum, it’s meant to bring you all the luck you need!” 

Will looked at the strange object, slightly freaked out by the idea of it having belonged to a real animal. “Well if it was so lucky, you could’ve given it to me before the stupid test then…” Will grumbled, gingerly taking the foot and stuffing it in his jeans pocket. 

“Will, why are you being such a grump today?” Piper pouted, furrowing her eyebrows. 

Will looked at her and sighed, feeling guilty. “Sorry Pipes, I just didn’t get a good night’s sleep. It’s this neighbour! They don’t seem to understand that 4am is not an appropriate time to refurbish their flat!”

Piper studied Will’s face for a second, before bursting out laughing. Will felt his face grow hot, and was slightly confused at Piper’s reaction. 

“What?! Pipes this isn’t funny! It is so annoying and I can’t get any sleep and it’s endless and- PIPER!”

Piper was crying with laughter, doubled over and cackling loudly. “I’m sorry Will, it’s just, your face, and you looked…so furious” Piper wheezed, and Will stood opposite her looking disapprovingly. Piper was just standing there, guffawing in the middle of the corridor.  

“Are you quite finished?” Will crossed his arms, attempting to look annoyed, but really just smiling along with her. 

Piper had tears streaming down her face, and was laughing so hard that she was spluttering, and she started coughing loudly. 

“Oh god, Pipes! Are you okay?!”

Piper just nodded and giggled, and Will rolled his eyes at his friend. 

“Pipes, you are certifiably insane.”

“I’m not the one who sounds like a grandpa at the age of 19!”

Will chuckled, and just as he did so, the bell rang to signal the start of class. Ugh, Will thought. More brain-work. 

As they wandered into the classroom, Piper mused “So…Will…this neighbour…are they cute?”. Will turned around to Piper winking, with a mischievous glint in her eye, and he rolled his eyes for the second time in five minutes.

Yet, as Will sat down and pulled out his books from his bag, he found himself thinking… what if they are…? 

***

Slipping his motorbike keys into his pocket, Nico knocked on Hazel's door. He hadn't noticed his father's black Mercedes S-class outside, which was confusing, as Hazel had clearly mentioned trouble with their father. Nico figured that, in usual crap father-style, he had left after upsetting Hazel.

 Probably without even apologising or realising he had upset her. That would be classic oblivious and uncaring dad.

 Nico sighed, knocking again on Hazel's golden door of her flat. Nico remembered the day she picked that colour. He had thought then that it was absolutely ridiculous to have a golden door, but Hazel's heart was set on it. And when that happens, I know to let her have it.

 "Hey, Neeks!!"

 Nico flinched at Hazel's bright, unwavering smile and her diamanté-studded top. She leapt onto him, giving him a huge hug, and he smelt her coconut shampoo in her caramel corkscrew-curls as she buried her face into his chest.

 He couldn't help but smile as his sister stepped away and, with a little faux curtsey, waved him into her apartment.

 "Coffee?" Hazel sweetly smiled, and gestured to the coffee machine.

 Nico chuckled softly. "Go on, then."

 Hazel beamed, and walked towards the marble countertop in her kitchen.

 Nico was almost grinning too until he remembered why he had come in the first place.

 Dad.

 Nico took a deep breath and looked at Hazel, rubbing his arm in nervousness. "So...what happened...?" Nico studied Hazel's face. She still seemed surprisingly cheerful.

 "What happened when, Neeks?"

 "Um...wi-with dad?" Nico frowned, confused and concerned that Hazel was showing no signs of worry or distress. "As in, when he came over...what did he say?"

 Hazel wrinkled her nose, pouring some coffee beans into the coffee machine. "...hm?"

 "Hazel. You texted me?!" Nico exclaimed, now even more confused than ever.

 “Oh, aha I did, didn’t I?”

 “…Hazel…?!” Nico’s eyes narrowed, impatient for an explanation.

 “Ummm…” Hazel looked at the ground. “I lied.”

 “What do you mean? Why…?” Nico scanned her face, attempting to detect any slight hint of an explanation.

 “I wanted to ask you something…kinda…important…and wanted to, well, make sure you came over…” Hazel mumbled.

 Nico felt guilty as he saw his sister shift, seemingly uncomfortable, tugging on a curl.  

 “Hey…”, Nico stepped towards Hazel and rubbed her arm. “I’ll be here for you whenever, you know that.” Nico frowned, worried, and nudged Hazel’s arm, as if supplicating an explanation.

 Hazel took a deep breath, and nibbled on her bottom lip.

 “Well…basically…there’s this…ummmm…” Hazel blushed slightly.

 “Yes…?”

 “Guy.” Hazel squeaked out, looking everywhere but at Nico.

 Nico’s eyes widened and his eyebrows almost shot upwards and off his face. He looked at Hazel, and she met his gaze with worried eyes. Then, Nico snorted.

 “What…?! Neeks!! What is it?!”

 Nico doubled over laughing, wheezing slightly. Any semblance of a ‘bad boy’ persona had evaporated as Nico started crying with laughter, shaking slightly as he spluttered:

 “Nothing…aha…nothing! Just – Well I – I thought you were about to tell me something awful! Not that you liked a boy!”

 Hazel punched Nico in the arm. “This is serious!!” she exclaimed, with a fiery look in her eyes.

 Nico looked at his sister, attempting to keep a straight face. “Alright, alright! I’m – aha – I’m sorry!”

 Hazel blushed furiously, turning her back on Nico. “Here’s your coffee.” She said, plonking it down on the kitchen surface in front of him.

 “Hey, Hazel…I think it’s great you have found someone. Really.” Nico smiled at her. “What’s his name?”

 “Frank.” Hazel grumpily supplied.

 Nico tried to suppress another chuckle that almost forced its way out of his mouth. He coughed, “Ah, how do you know him?”

 “School. He’s in my Art History class.”

 “Great! I know how much you love that.” Nico smirked. “…He isn’t the reason you’ve been gushing about those classes is he…?”

 Hazel narrowed her eyes, lightly punching Nico’s arm again. “Shut up! No, he is not!!”

 Nico snickered, and this time Hazel couldn’t help herself either. She giggled and gave Nico a hug, and Nico wrapped his arms around her, giving her a little squeeze and resting his head on the top of her caramel curls.

 “Honestly Hazel, I’m so happy for you.” Nico stepped away, grinning again. “So…when can I meet this Frank?”

 “Neeks! It is not anywhere near serious! And you are not scaring him off, okay?!”

 Nico raised his hands in surrender. “No of course not!” He smirked. “Just need to make sure he’s good enough for my little sis.”

 “Hmmm...” Hazel raised an eyebrow. “How about…no?”

 “Awww come on Hazel, I’m intrigued now!” Nico smirked again.

 “Not now!” Hazel narrowed her eyes cunningly. “Anyway, what about you?! Is there anyone for you, big bro?”

 Nico just rolled his eyes and shrugged.

 Yeah right, as if there would ever be anyone who would like me.

 ***

 Will pushed his shoulder into his door, turning the key. He threw his bag on the floor and slumped into a chair at the kitchen table, resting his hands on his temples.

 “Ughhh…” Will groaned. That last class had been hell. Will had been completely lost from start to finish, and he got a headache in the last 20 minutes that had made it even more impossible to concentrate.

 His phone buzzed, and Will glanced at it, still cradling his temples.

 “Hey amigo, you still up for the party tonight?”

 Shit.

 Will had forgotten that Leo had invited him to a college party, and if he was brutally honest, he really did not want to go. But, he also didn’t want to let Leo down.

 He started typing:

 “Hi bro, yeah I would love to!”

 Then he remembered the last time he went to one of Leo’s college parties. Will had been left all alone within 5 minutes of him arriving because Leo had found some poor girl to spend the night with, and Will ended up sitting on a sofa with two other guys who kept asking him whether he’d be up for a threesome.

 Ugh.

 “Actually, I’m sorry bro, I’m not feeling too well. Hope you have fun!”

 Will sent it, relieved that he had made the decision not to go, and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He stood up, sighing, and thought of the sleep he had lost the previous night. Will then remembered he still had to confront his neighbour about that.

 Maybe some other time…

 He picked up his bag and made his way towards his bedroom, collapsing on his bed with his bag under him and his shoes still on.

 Knock. Knock. Knock.  

 Will frowned into his pillow. Surely that wasn’t someone knocking on his door? He had already told Leo he couldn’t go this evening, and he wasn’t expecting Piper.

 KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

 This time Will couldn’t pretend it wasn’t for him. He scrambled to his feet, shuffling out of his bedroom. He opened his door.

 Wow.

 Will was greeted by, put quite simply, the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He had thick, wavy, jet-black hair, gently parted at the side, and was wearing a leather jacket that hugged his shoulders and arms. His skinny black jeans accentuated his muscular yet lean physique, and Will’s eyes widened as he noticed a strip of skin peeking out between his ACDC t-shirt and the waistband of his jeans. Will suddenly felt extremely underdressed in his light blue jeans and yellow t-shirt. He hurriedly attempted to smooth down his curly hair, which was undoubtedly tousled from his earlier collapse onto his bed.

 “Um. Hi.”

 Idiot. Hi?! Any stupid person can just say hi!!

 “Hello. I’m your neighbour. Nico di Angelo.”

 “Hi.”

 Again with the hi?! AGH!

 “Um, I mean hi. Nice to meet you Nathan.”

 “Nico.”

 FUCK.

 “Nico, sorry! It has been a long day! …I like your um…jacket.”

 I LIKE YOUR JACKET?! William Solace what are you doing you stupid man?!

 “Thank you. I was actually knocking to…to say hello.”

 Will grinned broadly. “Oh, well hello!”

 Nico looked slightly surprised. “Er…what’s your name?”

 Stupid!! Why didn’t Will say his name before?!

 “Oh, I’m Will. Will Solace.”

 “Great.”

 Great…? What did that mean…?

 Will felt himself blush furiously as he had eye contact with Nico’s chocolate-brown eyes, and averted his gaze.

 “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

 “Yeah, you too – er, Nico.”

 “Goodbye.”

 “Bye.”

 Will closed his door, and leant against it. What had just happened?! Will had a god for a next-door neighbour. An actual god. He was gorgeous! And his voice…so rich and…well… sexy. Will took a deep breath, attempting to register what had just happened. He slid down to the floor by his door and put his hands on his cheeks. He was burning hot!

 Ugh…I probably looked a right red idiot! Getting his name wrong, and then complimenting him on his jacket…Argh…!

 He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his neighbour’s face again, still in slight shock from the encounter.

 ***

 What just happened?!

 Nico walked back into his apartment, and sat in his armchair. At first, he hadn’t even wanted to meet his neighbour, but then he resolved to confront them about the loud noises, before it got even worse. He had been so ready to get angry, but something had happened. He just lost all sense of anger when he looked at…Will, was it? There was something about him that made any anger he had dissipate…Something about his freckled face and curly blonde hair that slightly stuck in all directions…and his tight jeans…and his even tighter yellow t-shirt…

 He looked down at his outfit and cursed slightly. He looked like an overgrown middle schooler that listened to music alone in his room. But why would that bother him? It never usually did, in fact, he revelled in the fact that he still rocked the all-black look and didn’t care what people thought.

 Idiot.

 Nico relaxed into his chair, crossing his ankles. He thought back to Will’s grin…how it lit up his whole face, illuminating his already perfect features, making his blue eyes sparkle.

 Shit.

 Nico’s eyes widened.

 What am I thinking?! Perfect features?! Sparkling eyes?! Oh gods…

 Nico chewed on his bottom lip, sighing heavily.

 This cannot be happening. I don’t even know this guy! Next time I see him, I will confront him about the noises. Maybe he has a boyfriend…? Or girlfriend…

 Nico stopped himself from thinking too hard about the possibility of his neighbour having a partner.

 Ugh.

 Nico closed his eyes.

 What is happening…?

 ***

So... the boys have finally met!!! HOW EXCITING!!! Plz leave comments/thoughts/constructive criticism in the comments and like/reblog if it floats your boat!! <3 Love you all!!!

[its-actually-withered]

a sneak peak of my next entry for Roses by another name

“Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?” Rukia asked, blissfully unaware as she prepared the next order of coffee, adding an extra dollop of cream for the teenage girl who had looked like she had had a hard day, pausing to grab a marker pen from the drawer and doodling in a motivational bunny on the lid of the to-go cup.

“That,” Ise pointed. “That’s not normal.”

“I’m having a good night, Darth Vader.”

She snorted. “Well stop, you’re starting to freak me out.”

Across the counter from them, the girl who had told her earlier that her name was Yuzu, giggled a little despite her still pitiful expression. Shame, Rukia thought belatedly, she looked pretty young; it was probably her first time away from home. Ah, the joys of being a first year college student.

“See,” Ise gestured, “she thinks you’re weird too.”

“No, she doesn’t, and you –” She nudged. “Stop trying to dull my sparkle.”

“Okay, that’s it! I need to reprogram you stat.”

Swatting her friend away, Rukia reminded, “They ordered brownies, get your head in the game, Ise.”

“God, High School Musical references already? It’s three in the morning, Rukia,” she complained, though abandoned them to get to the other end of the counter.

Flashing Yuzu a smile, she said, “You can follow Darth Vader to the other counter to get the rest of your order.”

“Un.” She nodded, slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Thank you.”

“No problem” and as Yuzu, and who Rukia assumed was her brother given they both had orange hair, began to walk away, Rukia added, “Don’t let anyone dull your sparkle!”

Ise groaned again. “Stop with the inspirational shit already!”

She stuck her tongue out, just as Yuzu’s brother back tracked, “I changed my mind; can I get a cappuccino?”

“Sure thing,” she chirped, “name please?”

“Ichigo.”

Marker pen paused over the lid, she blinked. “No shit, like the Strawberry?”

There was a faint blush at his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, and with a cough, he corrected, “’The one who protects’ actually.”

“Huh, that’s pretty deep,” Rukia mused before perking once more. “I’ll draw your bunny with a sword then!”

Just then, Ise grabbed her by the head, framing her palms against her temples from behind as she chanted, “Spirit, release her in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!”

“Who’s the weirdo now?” Rukia demanded, trying unsuccessfully to shake her off, the whole episode causing Yuzu to laugh aloud, the pitiful expression gone from her eyes as she tried to smother her laughter with her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she added, hiding behind her brother now to spare them the humiliation while behind Rukia, Ise asked, “Are you rolling your eyes yet? Are you back to normal? Rukia, if this is really you, what’s your brother’s name?”

Shaking her head only slightly, Rukia admitted to the siblings, “I swear we’re a lot more normal during the day.”

“Actually we’re zombies, we’ve got the shit shift until the end of the month,” Ise interjected.

“And now you know when to come over if you’re ever in need of a laugh at our expense,” Rukia added, finally chasing Ise away. “I’ll ring you up, sorry for the delay.”

“It’s not a problem,” Ichigo said, throwing an arm around his sister’s shoulders as she came to stand beside him, her face still pink.

“You feeling better?” Rukia asked her, and she nodded bashfully. “Well that’s good to hear, is it your first time on campus?”

“Yeah,” she said, “my sister and I got into different universities, and I’m not used to being away from her is all…”

Aww, could this kid get any cuter? “Well I’m sure she misses you too, if you don’t have wifi at your dorm, there’s an internet café two buildings down from here. They should still be open.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh really?” Tugging at Ichigo’s sleeve, she said, “Can we go Ichi-nii?”

“Sure,” he said, amused. “Let me just pay for this, okay?”

After giving him the price, and he paying, Rukia waved them off just as Ise came back running, a bucket of water in hand that she proceeded to dump on her head.

“Ise, what the hell?” she spluttered against the gasp of air rushing into her lungs at the shock of it.

“I heard it kills witches.”

“You’re insane.”

“Did I dull your sparkle?”

“I’m gonna kill you in your sleep,” she deadpanned.

Pinching her cheeks, Ise cooed, “There’s my Rukia-chan.”

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My first fanfic Pt. 2 (It has the first part in it too!)

THE LAST THOUGHT.

Will Solace woke with a start. Loud bangs were coming from his neighbour’s room again. He rolled over and peeked at his phone to check the time.

03:47.

What. The. Fuck.

Will groaned, hoping to god that they would stop moving and making such a racket soon, and he nestled his face back into his bright blue pillow decorated with suns. He exhaled, his blond curls drifting over his freckled forehead.

Bang. Bang. BANG.

Oh for fuck’s sake, Will thought.

He had no idea what these noises were, but they had been happening for days now, ever since his new neighbour moved in.

He didn’t usually get annoyed, but it was all he could do to not scream at the wall in frustration. He hadn’t even met his new neighbour, as they seemed to never exit their apartment. Obviously still alive though, with all this noise. Will frowned, and wriggled further down his bed.

At first, he had hoped his new neighbour would be cute and funny and friendly (and, as Leo wouldn’t stop reminding him, “maybe even boyfriend material, amigo!”), but no such luck. He didn’t even know what gender his neighbour was, and after all this racket, he didn’t care if they were the sexiest man alive.

BANG.

Staring at his ceiling and cursing silently, he resolved to knock on their door tomorrow and sort this out…

***

Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BE-

“Ugh.”

Nico di Angelo smacked his alarm clock, swiping at his bedside table, and threw his black duvet over his head, grumbling about the loud noises he heard last night at an ungodly time that morning.

Nico only moved in a few days ago, but he didn’t want to make any effort to get to know his neighbours despite his half-sister Hazel’s insistence that he should “at least try to pretend he had friends and a bit of a life”. Although that made Hazel sound harsh, she was a lovely person and an even better sister, and she really cared for Nico, which is more than Nico could say of anyone else. Besides, she had a point. Nico had never really made an effort with people, mostly because he was terrified of what they’d think of him.

“Weirdo.” “He’s not normal.” “Bell-end.”

Nico buried his face in his mattress, curling up in a foetal position whilst trying to forget the high-school dicks that took great pleasure in tormenting him. High-school had ended a year ago. He was nineteen. He should be over this.

He wasn’t.

Nico looked at his alarm clock.

07:35.

He didn’t have to get up for anything, but getting up made him feel as if he had some sort of purpose in life, even if he just went back to sleep later. He sighed and got up slowly, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his dark tousled hair.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, you’ll go bald Neeks!!” His sister’s voice echoed in his head. 9 years, and Bianca’s voice was still in his head.

He pushed a button on his De Longhi coffee machine and made himself an espresso. Hazel had referred to his new coffee machine as his “pride and joy” (which, Nico thought, was quite accurate as he was pretty sure his body was 90% coffee beans). He slumped onto his black leather armchair that his millionaire father had “generously” deigned to give him, coffee in hand, and thought about the sleep he’d missed. Whatever Hazel said, after these annoying banging noises, Nico was even more certain he never wanted to get to know his stupid neighbour.

***

When Will woke up to his alarm, he felt as if he’d only been sleeping for a second since he’d been disturbed earlier.

“Bloody new neighbour with their bloody nocturnal habits…”

Will looked at his phone, and cursed when he read the text that his friend Piper had sent him.

“WILL I AM TOTALLY SCREWED FOR TODAY. SERIOUSLY.”

“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.” Will groaned and put his palms to his forehead in annoyance. They had a test today that he had completely and utterly forgot about.

Med school was turning out to be way harder than he thought. Not that he expected it to be easy, exactly, but the tests every week were even starting to wear him down, and he was definitely the most upbeat person there.

He got out of bed and ruffled his hair, pulling up his pyjama trousers so he didn’t trip over the bottom of them, and shuffled into the kitchen area of his flat.

Oh no.

Will looked around at his flat and wrinkled his nose. Pizza boxes and beer bottles covered the floor from last night. Why had he allowed Leo to come over?! It always ended like this, and Leo never ever helped tidy up. For one person, Leo not only ate like a horse, but also made so much mess it looked like a hippo had rampaged through the room.

Will sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was already running a little late and couldn’t afford to clean all this up now, so instead of sorting it out, he wandered to the fridge, pulled out a yoghurt and sat down. His phone buzzed.

“WILL I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.”

Will wasn’t worried. Piper said this every morning there was a test and somehow managed to get above 80% every time. People usually would find this annoying. But Will chuckled. He loved Piper, as she was the only other med student who, when faced with Will’s bright clothing and incessant smile, grinned just as widely and said “I like you!”. Naturally, people thought they were going out, but Will didn’t mind it. It was better than having to openly admit the truth.

“You are not allowed to like boys, William. It is not normal.”

His mother’s voice echoed in his head.

At least with Piper herself, Will didn’t have to pretend. Piper knew straight away that Will was gay, and that didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she made it her mission to point out all the men she thought “worthy”. Once, Piper walked up to a guy in their class, and pointed in his face, wiggling her eyebrows at Will. Of course, at the time, Will was so embarrassed, he went tomato-red, but now Will giggled and blushed slightly at the memory. He really did love Piper.

He checked the time again.

08:05.

He suddenly remembered his resolution to confront his new neighbour.

Maybe that can wait till tomorrow…? Will mused, not really desiring any sort of conflict. Or maybe just after class… He decided to wait until later to choose.

He tugged at a strand of hair that fell in front of his blue eyes, wrestling with the possibility of calling in sick to avoid the test. But, as usual, Will felt guilty at even the thought of that, and so texted Piper to say he was on his way, and went back to his bedroom to get dressed.

Okay… he thought, as he left the door. Time to face the music.

***

Nico heard a bang as his neighbour left their apartment. He guessed they were quite clumsy, because every single morning he heard a thud as they closed their door, occasionally accompanied by an “Ow!”. Nico rolled his eyes and sighed. Clearly, this neighbour was deaf or something, especially considering all the loud noises that had been emanating from the flat next door.

Nico put his coffee mug down on the ridiculously expensive black marble coffee table, (another “present” from his father) stretched in his armchair and dropped his head back, glaring at the ceiling.

Wasn’t the whole point of not being in school so that I could restart my life? Find a hobby? A career? A friend…?

Nico sighed and rubbed his eyes. A friend was the least likely of the three he would ever have. He never had got along with people. People didn’t get along with me, he thought. Not since Bianca died… Nico breathed deeply. He really missed her. He missed her ability to cheer him up with only a look, the constant glint in her eye, her laugh, her energy, her voice…

Great. Wallowing in self-pity. Nice.

A faint buzz interrupted his sombre thoughts. Nico forced himself to stand up, glancing at his mobile phone that he’d chucked on the kitchen worktop.

Neeks. Emergency with Dad. Hazel xx

Ugh. Leave it to our father to screw things up.

Be right there N x

Nico picked up his keys and was about to step out of the door when he looked down and realised he was still wearing his novelty Darth Vader pyjamas that Hazel had given him as a joke. Nico smirked despite himself, and went back to his room to quickly pull on black jeans and his ACDC t-shirt. Hazel called this his “rock-emo look”, but Nico had always felt black was his colour.

Yet another thing people at school took the piss out of me for.

He tugged his trainers on, grabbed his leather jacket and stepped out the door, raising his eyebrow at a mound of miscellaneous cardboard that resembled…pizza boxes?…outside his neighbour’s door.

Typical, he thought, turning his back on the curious disorganised lump and striding through the corridor to the outside world.

***

Well, that was awful.

Will ran his hand through his hair, frowning at the space where his test had been. He sighed, and looked over at Piper who was grinning at him, mouthing “THAT WAS NOT TOO BAD”, and he made an extreme pouty grumpy face to show her that he did not feel the same. Piper winked at him and stuck her tongue out, her hazel eyes glinting.

Will sulked, wrinkling his nose and scrunching his eyebrows together, but couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter when Piper stood up and melodramatically blew him a kiss. Piper tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and winked again, giggling at Will as he struggled to keep a straight face. Will really loved her to bits.

“Why the looooong face, Will?”

Will looked up from his seat and met Piper’s inquiring eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. “Pipes, the test was so bad. I don’t even know if I answered half of the questions in comprehensible English!”

Piper tilted her head to one side, her choppy fringe drifting across her forehead, and put her hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think it was!” She grinned and ducked to catch Will’s eye, and he smirked back, standing up to sling his rucksack over his shoulder. They walked for a minute or so in silence. Will was still worrying about the test, and Piper wasn’t sure whether she should interrupt his thoughts. They stopped outside their classroom and Piper checked her phone.

“Ooh we’ve still got ten minutes! Shall we just stay here?” Will nodded, but stayed quiet. Piper frowned, but then her face lit up with a wide smile. “I have something for you!”

Will frowned at Piper. “Ummm Pipes, last time you said that, you introduced me to Leo. I don’t need to remind you how well that turned out.”

“Oh Will, don’t be so dramatic, you love Leo now!”

“Yeah I do”, Will admitted, “but not in the way you hoped!”

Piper chuckled, and pulled something that resembled a fur-ball out of her tote bag. “Here.” She pressed it into his hand.

“Pipes…why have you given me a dead rat?”

“It is not a dead rat! Jeez, Will. Is this the thanks I get for giving you a lucky rabbit’s foot?”

“A what?!” Will dropped it, squeaking and wrinkling his freckled nose in disgust. Piper picked it up again, putting a hand on her hip and waving the foot at Will.

“A lucky rabbit’s foot. According to mum, it’s meant to bring you all the luck you need!” 

Will looked at the strange object, slightly freaked out by the idea of it having belonged to a real animal. “Well if it was so lucky, you could’ve given it to me before the stupid test then…” Will grumbled, gingerly taking the foot and stuffing it in his jeans pocket.

“Will, why are you being such a grump today?” Piper pouted, furrowing her eyebrows.

Will looked at her and sighed, feeling guilty. “Sorry Pipes, I just didn’t get a good night’s sleep. It’s this neighbour! They don’t seem to understand that 4am is not an appropriate time to refurbish their flat!”

Piper studied Will’s face for a second, before bursting out laughing. Will felt his face grow hot, and was slightly confused at Piper’s reaction.

“What?! Pipes this isn’t funny! It is so annoying and I can’t get any sleep and it’s endless and- PIPER!”

Piper was crying with laughter, doubled over and cackling loudly. “I’m sorry Will, it’s just, your face, and you looked…so furious” Piper wheezed, and Will stood opposite her looking disapprovingly. Piper was just standing there, guffawing in the middle of the corridor.  

“Are you quite finished?” Will crossed his arms, attempting to look annoyed, but really just smiling along with her.

Piper had tears streaming down her face, and was laughing so hard that she was spluttering, and she started coughing loudly.

“Oh god, Pipes! Are you okay?!”

Piper just nodded and giggled, and Will rolled his eyes at his friend.

“Pipes, you are certifiably insane.”

“I’m not the one who sounds like a grandpa at the age of 19!”

Will chuckled, and just as he did so, the bell rang to signal the start of class. Ugh, Will thought. More brain-work.

As they wandered into the classroom, Piper mused “So…Will…this neighbour…are they cute?”. Will turned round to Piper winking, with a mischievous glint in her eye, and he rolled his eyes for the second time in five minutes.

Yet, as Will sat down and pulled out his books from his bag, he found himself thinking… what if they are…?

***

SORRY I DIDN’T WRITE THAT MUCH!! I promise more is coming very very soon... (and the stories will overlap, I promissseeeee) <3