#nope nada does not compute

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Rotom! I do Not understand oblate spheroids

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Teylan - NSWF ABC

I am so done with work, so here’s a bit of fun 🫠

Divider by @cafekitsune

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

This baby loves to take care of you, and being able to spoil you, but he’s gonna be a bit clumsy. Stuttering and second-guessing himself. Also, please remember Teylan NEEDS aftercare himself. Sex is new to him, and Teylan is still learning about himself, and he’s gonna need some reassurance afterward.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Teylan is very insecure; he was raised to distrust anything Na'vi. That and Mercer did a number on his own self-esteem. It's going to take a lot of gentle work and praise before he's going to be comfortable in his own skin.

For his lover, Teylan is definitely going to prefer a human lover, and here's why. He loves how soft they are. Gentle curves, whether you're plush or skinny, a human is much softer than the sharp ridges of a Na'vi.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

At first, Teylan hated it, questioning why it wasn't like a human's and wanting it to be "normal," but after some reassurance, Teylan quickly found that he loves to cover you in it. Rubbing it into your skin so no matter where you go, you always smell like him.

D= Dominate (how dominate are they)

Nope, nada, does not compute. Teylan needs you to walk him through things and teach him the ropes. He will follow your every command, even asking if he's doing it right. The only way you will get a dominating man out of Teylan is if you teach him first, and remember, it's only what you taught him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

None! Do you think he was having sex at TAP? I doubt Teylan even got sex ed there, and don't get me started on privacy! At best, Teylan started to explore his body once he left, but there is a chance he didn't until after he met you.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Teylan loves being able to look you in the eye as you take control. His large hands gently holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. Mesmerized by your tits in his face and the sounds leaving your lips.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

At first, not at all. Too nervous that he might mess it up and unsure of himself. But once Teylan is comfortable in his skin, he loves giggling and laughing with you. Some of his favorite moments are when the two of you laugh into each other's mouths as you kiss. Your lips barely able to lock together before more giggles erupt from you.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I'm gonna be honest on this one; I have no clue. I'm gonna guess it's whatever TAP had them doing. Which either means they weren't allowed sharp things to shave down there or it was a part of regular maintenance.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Intimacy: Teylan always craves it, whether that be platonic, romantic, or sexual. You can do it fast and rough all you want, but Teylan needs to know that you love and care about him as you do so.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Definitely not often. Touching himself was something he needed to learn how to do. But to this day, it is something that can make him feel uncomfortable. Quite possibly, he doesn't get the urge to do so often, either uninterested or you're already helping him with his not-so-little problem.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Mommy kink makes Teylan's brain go brrrr. The moment you give him a command, he jumps to do it. Hearing you call him baby bot makes his cock twitch, and hearing you call yourself Mommy, he's an absolute goner.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Teylan is a shy baby; he doesn't feel comfortable with others seeing him vulnerable like that. Teylan wants to do it just for the two of you in either his or your room, safe and sound.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Teylan is very curious; he loves to learn new things. What I'm trying to say is that Teylan loves to learn what makes you tick. What turns you on, what makes you moan the loudest, how can he make you scream in pleasure. That's what makes Teylan go.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

No pain play, meaning anything like spanking or impact play, rough hair pulling, or anything too rough in general. Anything that can cause pain or resembles violence and Teylan will shut down.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Grade A puppy boy. Eagar and messy. Teylan wants to bury himself in your cunt and never leave. Lapping at your folds and slurping on your slick. Teylan will stay there until you force him to breathe, showing off his face with your slick dripping down his chin.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Teylan really lets you control the pace in bed; he is still unable to make his own decisions. He loves watching you make each other feel good. As for how long, well, Teylan hasn't been active very long, resulting in his shorter time span.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

It's not that he hates quickies; it's that they give him anxiety. Quickies usually mean that you're both on a short time spend and have to get it over and done quickly. There's the anxious part of him that others will go looking for the two of you and seeing you. But there's also the fact that he feels a lack of emotional bonding, leaving him feeling empty and hurt. So, no quickies for Teylan.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Technically, yes, but this boy got anxiety. Teylan is always interested in trying new things, but it may take him a while to warm up and try the idea.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Unfortunately, Teylan doesn't quite have the control to last a while. The first time you two had sex, he came the moment he was inside you. And while it's not as bad as before, he's still pretty quick. But in his defense, Teylan can easily go a good eight rounds before he's too oversensitive.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes! Teylan loves toys, whether on him or you. Human tech is super exciting and cool to Teylan, and finding out that humans make toys for sexual pleasure, you may have just started Christmas on Pandora.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not super into it. Teylan prefers it to be a straight pleasure, but if you ask to sit on his cock for a while, he won't say no. But be prepared. He's going to beg with little whimpers into your ear about how he wants to cum inside you and make you feel good.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Teylan is whiny and whimpery. It seems like a never-ending stream of pleasure and begging because he just wants to fill you up because you make him feel so good.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Teylan will never admit it, but there is something about So'lek that intrigues him, and he's heard that two men can do it together. Maybe you would also be interested?

X= X-ray

Based on the lack of nutrients he received at TAP, I'm gonna say that Teylan is smaller than the average Na'vi, sitting at 18 inches in length fully hard.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

I'm going to say it's a little lower than average. His day-to-day anxiety makes him exhausted by the end of the day. A lot of times, at the end of the day, he just wants to be cuddled into your arms.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Afterward, it can take Teylan a bit to fall asleep. His heart still pounding, his skin still feeling the remains of pleasure buzzing. Teylan loves laying with you and pillow talk.

[imaginary-zero]

Future dark worlds

So I think most people have noticed by now that the two major Dark Worlds we've been to so far in Deltarune had double-doors as their entrances from the Light World. This is also clearly significant based on the door to the computer lab being changed when chapter 2 dropped. So I decided I wanted to analyze the different double-doors I found throughout Hometown and talk about why I do or don't think they might be future Dark Worlds. (this is gonna be LOOOOONG and also I'm definitely not the first or best one to do this but I think it'll be fun lol. Also I'm going to explain things as if the reader is caught up on all the major confirmed lore, the Spamton Sweepstakes stuff, the cancelled alarm clock app, and whatnot)

So I'm analyzing these options based on a few things: -Lore significance (if a location is significant to the overall lore of the world, both known and mysterious. So basically if it has something to do with Gaster, parallels to Undertale, potential exploration of character backstories, etc.) -Narrative weight (The impact a dark world in this location would have on the story, emotional or physical impacts on characters, previous foreshadowing, and if it would be sastisfying, important, or fascinating to the player) -Known contents (Do we know what's behind those doors? If the answer is no, then the possibility of it being a future Dark World is higher. It was very deliberate that we weren't allowed to enter the computer lab in Chapter 1) -Vibes (do I feel like this is something Toby Fox would do? Do I feel like the story is going in this direction? my own opinion and nothing more) -Isekai victims (would anyone potentially get sucked into the Dark World upon its creation? If so, who?)

So let's go over the possibilities I've found.

The second-floor door in Asgore's flower shop. -Lore significance: Asgore was heavily important to UT. Comparisons between UT!Asgore and DR!Asgore have already been made via his intro. He seems to have made some mistake that got him removed from the police force, so that could be a plot point that this story explores. Narrative weight: Yes, it would harken back to Undertale's ending. This would emotionally impact Kris, as Asgore is their father. Also, depending on how Chapter 3 pans out, Toriel might get involved as well. Known contents: Nada. The door is locked and Asgore says nothing about it. Vibes: Very much feels like something that would happen. Isekai victims: Asgore himself. Probably not any customers since the door is locked and the Knight or whoever would probably shut the door behind them, as it did with the other two.

The Church. -Lore significance: Worships an Angel, quite possibly the same Angel from the Legend ("three heroes appeared to banish the Angel's Heaven"). -Narrative weight: The Dreemurr family went to Church often in the past so this may affect Kris in some way. Also a lot of Alvin's words smell like foreshadowing -Known contents: Nope. The door is blocked by NPCs in both chapters so far. This feels very deliberate; it's not just locked, access is being actively denied to you by other characters. -Vibes: Strong yes vibes -Isekai victims: Father Alvin. Monster kid? (wears a cross). Any other church goers

The graveyard by the Church. This is technically a gate and not a door, the view of it is to the side, so in order for this to work the Dark World entrance animation would have to be different, or the Dark World would have to be created with our protagonists already there. Still, I've seen a lot of talk about this one being a possibility, so I wanted to give it the time of day. -Lore significance: It's near the lore-important Church. Possibly-important dead characters who were also dead in Undertale are buried there. The idea of this does make me wonder though, is it even possible to open a dark world outside? What are the ramifications of that? -Narrative weight: It would harken back to UT's True Lab and the amalgamates. Also Noelle's Ice-E pizza box story might be foreshadowing? -Known contents: Yes. You can enter the graveyard as early as Chapter 1. However, there are some as-yet unseen things there. Namely, the things underground. -Vibes: Idk, how much do you want to lean into Oberon Smog territory? (/lh, no shade to Jaru, i like that theory even if i don't necessarily believe it whole-heartedly). I keep going back and forth on this one, but you caught me on a "maybe" day. -Isekai victims: Father Alvin, Shyren, Snowy, maybe the Wet-Nosed Bandits?

The Bunker, AKA the bane of every Gaster-denier's existence. -Lore significance: It would take five goddamn paragraphs to explain lmao -Narrative weight: see previous statement -Known contents: One of the biggest mysteries -Vibes: Mixed bag. On the one hand, it would be very Toby Fox if we never got to see the inside of the bunker. On the other hand, I don't seriously think he's THAT much of a tease. -Isekai victims: Not sure. Whoever's down there, I suppose. The thought has crossed my mind before that there might already be a fountain down there, but I'd have to seriously think on that some more.

The Hospital -Lore significance: Unsure -Narrative weight: Rudy's failing health and the impact that would have on Noelle if he got worse or died (and we know he died in UT's universe). And if our choices to matter in regards to Berdly's fate or health, that could also be impactful. Noelle villain/redemption arc? -Known contents: Yes, we can enter in both available chapters. There aren't any hidden rooms or locked doors inside as far as we know either. -Vibes: Maybe. It would expand on Noelle and her family if that's going to continue being important (which is likely because Dess). How much can be done with a hospital theme though? (says the person with infinitely less creativity than Toby) -Isekai victims: Rudy, Mouthface (idk what their actual name is), whoever is in the east wing on that particular day (might tie in with events from the previous chapter or Weird Route?)

The school's entrance/main hall -Lore significance: meh -Narrative weight: We've already had a dark world in the school, though further in. Is this necessary? -Known contents: Yes; it's literally one of the first places you see in the game -Vibes: Seems unneeded and redundant, but I wanted to consider it, however briefly, for the sake of thoroughness. -Isekai victims: All students, Alphys, Toriel (second round?)

the gates of hell Ice-E's P"E"zza -Lore significance: God I hope not but that one video by HalfBreadChaos at least got me thinking (here's a link if you don't know what I'm talking about https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftQNVAY6KeU ) -Narrative weight: Noelle's Ice-E trauma courtesy of Kris. Would also have minor connections to UT? -Known contents: Yes, it can be entered in Chapter 2. -Vibes: please no -Isekai victims: Pizzapants, all other employees, customers

The Holiday family's house. Much like the graveyard, this is a gate at an angle, so it doesn't quite fit the bill, but I still wanted to consider it. The front door to the house could also be a double-door for all we know but that's pure speculation. -Lore significance: Noelle's mother having icy vibes seems important in a deeper way. Noelle's potential status as an angel (or the Angel) also gives her lasting importance beyond chapter 2. -Narrative weight: It's important for a lot of characters. It's Noelle's home, Susie's heavily implied love interest's home, Kris' childhood friend's home. Kris has also been there in the past. It would have an impact on the player as well because a lot of players want to know more about the Holidays and Mayor Holiday's importancce and power has been heavily hinted at multiple times. -Known contents: We haven't been past the gate and know next to nothing about the house itself (I think the only thing we know is that there's a piano in there somwhere and that's not much) -Vibes: Seems plausible Isekai victims: Noelle and Mayor Holiday. Maybe Rudy if he's able to go home (unlikely).

The locked doors in the main hall of Ralsei's castle. -Lore significance: A Dark World inside a Dark World? Sounds like Roaring time to me. And consider: "But what if it could... get darker than dark?" Alternatively, this could just be Ralsei's way of entering Dark Worlds disconnected from his own (like Cyber World), and if that's the case then this would be less possible probably. -Narrative weight: We would be coming full-circle, with our adventure starting in the castle and a late-game dark world (because I think it would be late-game) being in the place where we began. It could also pose a threat to the Castle Town we've helped to create and populate (in a Mercy run). -Known contents: Nothing. It's locked for now (side-note, I'm kinda surprised Ralsei doesn't mention it or ask Ralsei why it's locked when you interact with the door. Just seems like something she would do. Or that Ralsei doesn't try to explain, like he does with the barred off staircase upstairs past the gang's rooms.) -Vibes: I can totally imagine this being the fountain that completely topples the balance of light and dark into Roaring territory. It would probably by chapter 7. However, I'm hesitant to say that I'm 100% confident in this, more like 75%. -Isekai victims: Anyone in the castle, really. And they'd probably all turn into stone pretty quickly. Which... happens to be a part of the Roaring prophecy.

Alright, so that's all of the candidates gone over. I think the two most likely candidates are Asgore's flower shop and the Church. Now it's time to discuss the most likely candidates, what order I think they'll come in, and how many more Dark Worlds we're going to visit. That last point might seem odd - there are five more chapters, so four more dark worlds not including chapter 3, right? Not necessarily. I forget who it was, but I remember a Deltarune YouTuber floating around the idea that chapter 4 might be an "intermission" of sorts. Basically a chapter where we don't get a new Dark World. Instead, we just explore and hang out in Hometown with Susie and visit Castle Town. I really like this idea, but it's pure speculation as of now (Speaking of, this is the pure speculation part of this theorycrafting session, so keep that in mind). I can also imagine chapter 7 going one of two ways. Either a particularly bad dark fountain gets opened for the climactic dark world, or there are multiple dark fountains opened and we need to deal with several smaller dark worlds in the final chapter. In the former case, the dark fountain would either have to get out of control very quickly, or it would have to be created in such a way or location that the darkness would immediately overflow. In the latter case, there being multiple dark worlds open at once would cause the balance to shift. Maybe we'd have a time limit in which we have to close them all, or maybe we're too late no matter what we do.

So, with all that out of the way, I'm going to present a few formats that I think the future chapters could take. Due to the unknown variables, I will be doing so in a convenient, hastily cobbled-together two-way table that I made in Google docs.

Which one of these do I believe the most? ...eh, take your pick, honestly.

They all have their plusses and minuses, their points and their flaws. I don't want to get attached to any of these ideas either, since any number of rogue elements could prove me wrong once we get the next three chapters.

Since I kinda need something to close out this post which is more impactful and thought-provoking than that indecisiveness, I guess I should address something I mentioned in the beginning. I posited that maybe the bunker already has a dark world inside of it. Evidence to this point includes: -it plays the Entry Number 17 music slowed down (dark, darker, yet darker) (dark world cell phone audio) -many aspects of its design and vibe are prime dark world potential -Kris seems to know something about the bunker, so if you believe Kris-Knight or that Kris has been to Dark Worlds in the past, this could have merit (I'm not sure how much I believe those theories, but still, food for thought) -It would just be really cool

However, there is a massive flaw with this idea: Ralsei. He claims that the balance of light and dark is shifted by the creation of another dark fountain, and then in chapter 2, he says that he "felt a dark presence" and came to Cyber World to help Kris and Susie. Therefore, he would almost certainly know if there was an active dark fountain in the bunker, and he would have mentioned it by now (it's not the kind of thing you can neglect to mention due to there not being a good opportunity). And I doubt he would be unable to feel the dark presence due to it being too far away or something.

The only way for the bunker to already have a dark world in it and for it to make sense for Ralsei to not bring it up is if he does know and is actively keeping it a secret. Either because he is working with the person making these dark fountains (or at least the bunker fountain), or because that one is actually good to have around... somehow?

I'm a lot more hesitant to accept "Ralsei evil" than some people are, so this doesn't really compel me. So, much like every UT/DR theory I've ever come up with by myself, it looks solid at first but falls apart if you point in its direction too assertively. Still, it made me think. Never hurts to consider this kind of thing.

And with those four hours gone, hopefully I'll be able to think about something else again. Sorry if it's bad Tumblr etiquette for my first post ever to be something so heinously long, I'm new to this lmao. To all 3 people who made it this far in this monster of a post, congratulations for surviving my ramblings.

May the hymn of the Angel sing thee to thy rest.

[piece-of-pierce]

Danny’s certain that, at this point, he’s tried using almost every abandoned building in the city as a base of operations. This is possibly the longest he’s ever been stuck in another dimension, except for the first time (and the Stone Age dimension), and he’s getting sick of it. If these costumed weirdos stop him one more time, he might have to start fighting back!

Two days later, he officially goes on the offensive. There’s just enough latent ecto in the city for him to maintain invisibility and intangibility, so he can avoid being spotted on any cameras or imaging tech (that he’s encountered so far.) So, he does the only thing he can think of.

He looks for a place the costume kids (and man) won’t be able to reach him. Literally. Are there any buildings with big enough gaps between the walls? No, nope, nada, nice try, didn’t mean to see that, no, no, no again, maybe?… also no, oooh. One of the issues was how loud his tinkering could be. If he was surrounded by moving gears and cogs like, say, in a clock tower, maybe that could work. It’s flashier than he likes, but he’s running out of options here!

Danny slipped through the clock face, purposefully flying further in to get past the gears that… weren’t there? Why didn’t he go through more stuff? Was this a whole-ass room? Danny let his feet touch down, staying invisible as he slowly took in the space. Did someone else beat him to it?

As soon as he saw something bright and electric, a computer screen?, a blur of and black and yellow filled his vision. Then, everything went dark.

-=o0o=-

Barbara turned her chair when Black Bat darted back, just in time to watch the younger woman throw a careful hit at… nothing?

No. The hit landed and, moments later, Barbara heard a thump and saw a young man lying on the ground where, apparently, he’d been invisible.

“Steps,” Black Bat answered the silent question. She’d heard him. “Assassin,” she said, pointing at his face.

Barbara wheeled closer to get a view and, just as Cass said, this was the LoA member who’d been giving them trouble for over a month. No wonder he’d been so annoying. They’d been operating on the assumption that the LoA didn’t allow Metas.

“Tie him up and make sure he’s out. I’ll call B.”

-=o0o=-

Danny’s head was killing him! Ancients! Did Skulker body-slam him or something? Danny opened his eyes and remembered that, no, Skulker couldn’t body slam him from another dimension. Damn. Those were a good few seconds where he though he was home.

Looking at the empty, concrete block he was in, this was definitely not home. Maybe it could look like his parents’ lab, if the concrete was replaced with metal and the room was full of shelves and tables and various experiments. Man, if only it was the lab. Then there’s be a portal he could use.

Or, well, he could use it if he wasn’t tied to this metal chair, which, man, there was like no give on these restraints. Was the chair welded to the ground, too? Okay, the ground was metal, at least, so that’s one thing that made this more like the lab.

Before Danny could weigh the pros and cons of slipping out of the ropes (the many, many ropes, holy shit), heavy footsteps approached him from behind. He twisted his head enough to watch a man nearly his dad’s size wearing a black costume with a cape and horned hood walk in and stop in front of where Danny sat.

It was the man. The leader of the weirdos.

“Doth thee und'rstand me?” His words may have been something Mr. Lancer probably had wet dreams about, but the guy had a Brooklyn(?) accent. Definitely east coast. It’s in that area. Either way, he sounded kinda stupid.

“Doth you have to be so formal? This isn’t exactly a black tie event. At least, I hope that’s not what you wear to funerals.”

“Thee shall answ'r mine own questions without query. Und'rstood?” Ohhh, was this an interrogation?

“Yeah, sure.” Danny could answer questions. At least the weirdo had finally gotten to the second half of ‘punch first, ask questions later.’

“Thee shall answ'r mine own questions truthfully. Any attempts at dishonesty 'r misdirection shall beest did recognize. Doth thee und'rstand?”

“Geez, yeah, I get it. You’ll punch me if I lie.”

“Do thee w'rk f'r the League of Assassins?”

“No?” The man growled, which, rude, living people didn’t usually do that. “No, I’ve never even heard of them.”

“Thee speak their tongue.”

“Do I?” Danny considered some of his other inter dimensional travels. “Ohhhh, shit. No, dude, I’m not a member of whoever that is. I learned the language somewhere else.”

“Their dialect is exclusive to their 'rganization. Doth not speak falsehoods to me again.”

“I’m not lying. I-“ Danny was promptly interrupted by a punch in the back of his head, immediately followed by someone grabbing his hair from behind and something sharp pressing against his throat.

“Traitor!”

“Woah! Ow! Hey! This has to be a misunderstanding! Is that a knife?!” Danny was very, very close to exposing his intangibility, chance to communicate be damned.

“Thee speak mine own mother’s tongue yet claimeth not to beest in league with h'r! Thee claimeth not to beest one of h'r owneth! One of mine owneth! Thee art a coystrill and a coward and thee shall beest punished as such!”

“I only understood, like, half of that. Please don’t slit my throat. I kinda like breathing.” Speaking of breathing, Danny was doing a lot more of it. Was he hyperventilating?

The man spoke to whoever was behind Danny in their language, gibberish with a Jersey(?) accent. The knife-holder responded in the same language, but his accent was notably different than the man’s. He must not have grown up around here. Danny couldn’t quite place it, though. It was maybe a bit southern? Or kinda pirate-ish?

The knife pulled away, the hand in his hair doing the same, and a young boy stepped out from behind Danny to stand next to the man.

“Seriously? I was being threatened by a middle schooler? He’s like, 12.”

“12?! I am good now 15 ages!”

“Seriously? You’re only two years younger then me? But you’re such a twerp.”

The man quickly grabbed the twerp by the back of his neck, scruffing him like a kitten before talking to Danny again. “What doth thee wisheth to accomplisheth h're?”

“Uh, I wanna leave? I’ve just been trying to go home, man.” Man scowled. Twerp clicked his tongue. “I’m serious! I- look, I don’t usually tell people this part but nobody’s actually managed to kidnap and interrogate me, so we’re just gonna stay on the crazy train! I’m from another dimension. I’ve been trying to build a portal home but you,” Danny pointed at the pair, “keep messing up all my hard work and getting in my way.”

Danny saw the man’s eyes squint a little, but was quickly distracted by the twerp snapping at his hand. Oh, shit, right, he’s supposed to be restrained.

“Uh… sorry? I’m not a big fan of the whole tangible thing.”

“Another… dimension?” The man was still holding back the twerp, sounding out the word ‘dimension’ like he didn’t understand it. Actually, considering this obviously isn’t his first language and they talk like long-dead people, he might not.

“Yeah, or a… another timeline? Universe? Reality?” Ooh, there’s some recognition! “Another reality! Another world! Another Earth! I’m not speaking assassin, I’m speaking my English. I only want to go home.”

The man and twerp muttered to each other in their own tongue for a minute, leaving Danny to rest his elbows on his knees. He’d already exposed this power, he might as well sit more comfortably.

“How didst thee locateth the Oracle?”

“You’re gonna have to give me more on that. I don’t know of any oracle. Is that a thing? Did I steal it?”

“Our inf'rmant.”

“Informant?” What on earth..? “Oh, the giant computer? In the clock tower!” The man grunted. It wasn’t a growl, so Danny was probably right. “That was a total accident. I was looking for a new place to build my portal. Nobody would notice me building if I’m in a clock that covers the sound, right?”

“So thy only goal is to buildeth a transporter and wend home?”

“Yes! See, we could’ve done this a month ago, but you wanted to punch first, ask questions later.” Danny leaned back with a grin.

The man and twerp looked at each other for a moment. “Couldst thee maketh a blueprint of thy machine?”

“Make one? Buddy, I’ve got one!” Danny reached into his chest and pulled out the water-proof bag he kept tucked under his left lung. What, he didn’t need to breathe as much anyway, he was fine losing a little air capacity! Danny opened the bag and pulled out the usb that said ‘c.o.d’ on it. “This bad boy has the full, detailed explanation of how to make the portal and what it’s supposed to do. It even has substitutions in case I end up somewhere that doesn’t have necessary components! I once managed to get home from the Stone Age.” He passed over the usb, happy to let the man take it. That was one of 10 copies, 3 more of which were stored in his body at that moment, so it wasn’t too much of a loss. It was also the easiest to get out. Usb number 3 would hopefully never be needed.

Danny stuffed the bag back in his chest, using two hands this time so he could lodge it in their properly. “If you’re willing to help me with that so I’ll finally be out of your hair, I’d be real grateful. You owe me, anyway, you destroyed like 20 attempts.”

The man and twerp studied the usb and Danny, respectively, before the twerp took the usb and left. The man stared at Danny, somehow less imposing on his own. “Thee stayeth h're. We shall returneth.” With that, he walked out the metal door that Danny could now turn his body to look at. There was also a mirror next to the door, so it had to be a classic interrogation room with a one-way mirror, right?

Danny wondered who was on the other side.

Whatever, he could hang out in the concrete box a little more. At least they stopped trying to punch him!

Step 1: Get stuck in another dimension. Step 2: build a portal back to the Ghost Zone. Step 3: Leave.

Danny's got it down to a science at this point. It barely takes him a week to get back home. (Except for the time the dimension he landed in was in the stone age, but we don't talk about that.)

Step 1 was easy enough, if involuntary. Now, step 2 is where it's all going wrong.

This dimension's language isn't one he speaks. That's fine, maybe adds a day or two to the search for parts, but the main problem is the people dressed in Halloween costumes, speaking like they're from a Shakespearean play who always find him and wreck his portal.

And it's not like he can just move to a different city, this one's soaked in ectoplasm. He'd have to spend a pretty fair amount of time searching for another place as saturated as this one.

Meanwhile, the Bats are not having a good time. Some League or League-adjacent member speaking a barely intelligible form of the League dialect keeps attempting to build some sort of weapon in Gotham, and refuses all communication in English.

(AKA: Danny is stuck in another dimension where his English is their League dialect. He just wants to go home now, please.)

[liopleurodean]

Season 8, Episode 20: Pac-Man Fever

Interesting music

Sleepy Dean

What's up with the outfit?

I'm okay with it, though

Personal soundtrack?

Nice

Whoa

More time travel shenanigans

What was that?

Woof. Trim that hair, dude

Yikes

Go back to sleep, dude

Nada. Zip. Zilch

THE GUN RANGE!!!

Nice

Definitely problem

Yikes...

Charlie!

Dude. No cell signal. Awesome

Interesting car

Aw, hugs

Nope

That's awesome

She's gonna love it

Yeah

Absolutely!

She pronounced it wrong

Hey, that's pretty cool

Oh no

Yeah...

Ouch

Too late

Absolutely not

Heck yeah!

I love Charlie

Walking on Sunshine!

Aw, he's making her an FBI badge!

Can she run, though?

Girl

But montage!

It'll do

It's problematic

Really?

Ah.

Sam.

No! It's really not!

She did the Cas thing

Right...

That's a first

Strictly routine, huh?

BOO RADLEY

Eh...

Awesome

HECK YEAH WARGAMES

Oh boy

Wow.

Dude. Poking it with a stick?

Ew

That's nasty

Me too

Sam, I swear-

GO HOME

Charlie

I love Charlie

No! Dude, no!

Yeah, research-only.

WHICH WOULD HAPPEN FASTER IF YOU WERE IN THE MOL LIBRARY

I wanna slap him so bad

SAM

Sam!

Dude.

If it's the coroner-

She does not got this

What is she doing?

Faxing sucks

Wow

Right...

It's gotta be a case

Girl power

Charlie is great

Pfft. No

I love it

But the blue

Bingo

YEAH

She's awesome

Oh yeah

Charlie...

Spooky

Tolkien and Asimov? Not sure who the third is, but nice

Uh oh

That... makes so much sense

Yikes

Of course not

Wow

Just good at computers

Who's she helping?

Charlie?

Oh, Charlie...

Yeah

Fear?

Right

There's two of them?

Oh no

Yeah

Wow

That's true

Because it's always a warehouse

She's out cold

Sam's not up for this

There we go

No

Charlie?

It's a thought

Ew

A rare opportunity

No, I think he does

There we go

Ah. The dream.

Dean. Stairs

Charlie.

That really does sound like her

Or a fantasy of some kind

Interesting

Right after the accident

The second one

Yeah...

This is gonna end so well

Maybe that's the key

Charlie.

She has to let her go

Oh, Charlie...

She might as well be

Both, maybe

He screwed up the whole operation

There we go

Don't save the patients

Like WarGames!

She's afraid of losing her mom

I think he does

Oh, Charlie...

She knows, Charlie

I'm glad it's Dean telling her this

Time to go

Oh, Charlie

Aw, hugs

Oh, to be held like that by Dean Winchester

The Winchesters always make it through (🥲)

Heck yeah

Yeah

Nah

Oh, Charlie

Get Star Wars'd

THE HEAD KISS

I love them

No kidding

Aw

SO MANY HUGS THIS EPISODE

Good for you, Charlie

The Hobbit?

Oh my gosh. The bunker. THE BUNKER IS A HOBBIT HOLE

[screadingchallenge]

Behind the Keyboard Volume 26

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.  

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

Let’s meet our next author:

@maxbegone / maxbegone

How many fics have you written? Oh, so many. Overall, 87 on ao3.

When did you publish your first fic on AO3? I’ll admit that I deleted an entire docket prior to starting up again a few years back, but my earliest listed is back in January of 2018 for Critical Role.

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3. I complain about it to myself, talk (re: complain) about it to my friends, and flesh it out in multiple very messy documents, including my notes app on my phone. My eventual process is bullet-pointing a bunch of things I want to include, breaking it down by chapter if need be, and bolding the text I haven’t written into the fic yet. If I get an idea while I’m in the middle of writing a scene for something later on, I immediately add it to the bottom of the document and keep going, otherwise I’ll forget. I also tend to write scenes out of order exactly on what I just said; if the scene comes to mind and I know it won’t happen for a long time within the story, I write that first just to grind it out. Regardless, it still means I’m writing, even if it’s not linear. Have I mentioned this method is messy?

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better? My most recent fic isn’t for SC, but the last SC fic I posted was here comes the jackpot question in advance back on new years eve and I still love it. The Kacey Musgraves version of New Year’s Eve played continuously throughout the holidays at work, and the more I heard it, the more I wanted to write something having to do with it. To me, it’s cozy and representative of my favorite time of year (winter in Manhattan). It’s comfort to me, and I know I’m not the only one when I say I tend to write things that are pretty self-indulgent. This was one of them.

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time? Just go for it. It doesn’t matter whether or not it lands, what matters is that you hit “publish” and took that leap. Try not to look at kudos or hit counts too obsessively either, because someone is going to find it and love it — the numbers don’t dictate the quality of what you’ve written. Just because the fic doesn’t make its rounds and skyrocket doesn’t mean it isn’t good. It’s hard, but try not to compare yourself. This goes for more than just fanfic.

Do you write for any other fandoms? Which ones? I started out with Critical Role, delved into a few pieces for The Last of Us, a game and story that holds a very near and dear place in my heart (this piece in particular is one of my favorite things I’ve written), and I’m currently writing for 9-1-1: Lone Star. Who would’ve thought a procedural drama would come to mean so much to me? Then again, who would’ve thought that about a half hour comedy, too? Yet, here we are!

What’s one question you would like to ask Dan Levy about writing? What does your process look like? As in, what’s your ideal time of day, what sort of environment do you look for, do you have background noise or music, or complete silence?

Fill in the blank. You couldn't pay me enough money to write…kink. I just. No.

Do your IRL friends and family know you write fic? I would sooner frisbee throw my computer out a window and follow suit. Nope, no, nada, no.

What are your three favorite tropes? You know, I’ve been writing for a long time and I’ve been on Tumblr for longer than I care to acknowledge, and I still have trouble defining tropes. I legitimately just had to Google the definition again because I feel like I never get it quite right — found family, whoops this grumpy old man is now suddenly the father figure to some kid, idiots to lovers. 

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Stealing this open tag from @complicitsacrilege. This looks fun!

(if you do both of a question, which do you do more?)

One-shots or multi-chapter | Outline or No outline (nope, nada. Not even for the long fic) | Betas or No betas | With OCs or Canon-only characters (?) | Consistent releases or Whenever it's done | Canon/Canon or Canon/OC | Canon setting or AU setting (Does Canon Divergence count?) | Present tense or Past tense (Both! Present for shorter works, past for longer) | Take requests (shoot me some!) or No requests | Tumblr or AO3 | Write on computer or Write on phone | Chapter Titles or Numbered Chapters | Shakespearen Comedy (Everybody lives!) Or Greek Tragedy (Everybody dies) (of course) | One POV or Multiple POVs | Reader-insert or Third-person | Use of Y/N or No use of Y/N | What rating: General Teen (Drabbles) Mature Explicit

Tagging @alpaca-clouds, @mikaharuka, @udaberriwrites, @lena-hills, @tsunderewatermelon, @bleepbloopbotz, @frozen-fountain and leaving an open tag for whoever wants to play as well!

[tmngoose]

Some Assembly Required: a Rottmnt story

Remember this post? Well, I decided to clean up what I had and show it to y’all. This was supposed to be a much longer story, but back when I was writing it, I jumped ship for a different fic I was working on and never came back OTL Characters: Donnie, Mikey, Raph, Leo, April, Shelldon, Draxum, Huginn & Muninn (albeit super brief) Tags: Lab accidents, fires, minor injuries, hurt/comfort, obscure UHF reference I won’t be uploading this to Ao3, so you can read it under the cut :U

For the longest time, Donnie dreamed of the perfect lab partner. Though Shelldon was an impeccable assistant, there were moments where Donnie longed to work side-by-side with another scientist. Someone with a thirst for knowledge! Someone who shared his passion for all things technical and methodical; a scientist, just like he considered himself to be! 

To think Baron Draxum would be Donnie's long-awaited lab partner was not a scenario the Softshell had ever fathomed. Still, it was one he accepted with great enthusiasm. 

Draxum and Donnie saw no reason to doubt their capabilities. However, the rest of the family remained wary whenever the two of them went off meddling in the lab. With April's help, Raph, Leo, and Mikey devised a strict set of guidelines to ensure Donnie and Draxum wouldn't get into too much trouble. 

"Scoff!" Donnie threw the hefty packet of rules down at his feet, offended. "What do you take us for: a pair of unhinged Frankensteins? Y'know, it'd be nice if, just for once, you guys would have a little faith in our scientific endeavors!" 

"It's not that we don't trust you guys," April explained, "It's just... you guys tend to get a little carried away with your projects, that's all!" 

"What's that suppose to mean?" 

"The last time Barry was in a lab, he created the Oozesquitos," April folded her arms, "And don't get me started about the time you messed with your brother's brains."

"Okay! I get it!" Donnie sighed. He picked up the packet of rules and flapped the dust out from its pages. "We won't get carried away: Todd scout's honor." 

April smiled, "Thanks, Dee." 

"Yes, well, if you'll excuse me, Draxum and I were just about to partake in our latest  scientific acquisition: Professor Philo's Chemistry Set for the At-Home Scientist!" Donnie started off for his lab, tucking the packet into a compartment in his battle-shell.

April shook her head, smiling as she headed inside the living room, where the sounds of 8-bit gaming welcomed her. Raph and Mikey were too invested in whatever racing game they were playing to notice April. 

"Soo, how'd it go?" Leo asked from his beanbag chair. "Is Donnie mad that we're afraid he'll bring Potatozilla into existence or what?"

"I say he handled it pretty well!" April plopped herself down in the recliner. "I told Donnie that we just wanted to make sure he and Draxum toned it down a bit, that's all." 

"See? I told you he'd listen to April!" Mikey grinned smugly at Leo.

Leo rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He went back to scrolling his social feed on his phone, "I'll believe it when they don't create a giant mutant potato or somethin'."

"Be nice, Leo," April swung her legs over the armrest. "We've gotta have a little faith in 'em. Besides, I've never seen Donnie this happy since-" 

KA-BOOOOOOM!!!

A powerful tremor shook the lair, taking everyone by surprise. The trinkets Splinter's 'Do Not Touch' cabinet rattled and shook, a few of the lighter items clattered to the floor. April held onto the armchair with Raph steadying it before it could topple over backward. Mikey hid inside of his shell out of reflex as Leo jumped to his feet, prepared to face whatever threat was upon them.

"Omigosh!" Mikey exclaimed, popping his head out of his shell. "What was that?!" 

"You don't think DIGG's tryin' to take down the Kaufman Coliseum again?" Raph frowned, trying to rub the ringing out from his ears. 

"Um, guys?" Leo sniffed the air, "Does anyone else smell something burning, or is that Raph's 'Taken-By-Surprise' stink?" 

Raph sniffed at his underarm, "Nope. It's not me!" 

April and Mikey took a moment to smell the air, their noses wrinkled at the familiar acrid odor of smoke. 

And smoke could only mean one thing: something was on fire. 

Oh no! Donnie! Barry! April's stomach dropped over the thought. She bolted out of the living room with Raph, Leo, and Mikey right behind her. "Please let it be a giant mutant potato!" 

It wasn't a giant mutant potato. 

By the time they entered the atrium, a thick cloud of smoke had spilled out from the mouth of Donnie's lab, billowing up into the rafters above. Although they couldn't see it, they could hear the fire roaring from deep within the lab.

"Mad Dogz!" Raph barked, "Initiate ‘Fire Safety Plan Alpha!’"  “FSssPAH!” Mikey pronounced the acronym from the back of the group.

But before Raph could lead the rescue, Draxum leaped out from the smoke carrying Donnie in his arms; their matching lab coats singed. Shelldon flew out, not too far behind, with Huginn and Munnin holding onto his back. 

"Barry!" April ran up to the soot-stained alchemist. "What happened?! I thought y'all we're gonna take things easy? Didn’t y’all read the packet?!" 

"We were," Draxum rasped, passing Donnie's limp body into Raph's arms. "If it weren't for a pair of idle hands." He gave his gargoyles a sharp look while removing the safety goggles from his face, leaving clean rings around his eyes.

Munnin's wings sagged, "The instructions weren't joking when it said 'everything in this chemistry set is a fire hazard.'"

"Yeah, including the instructions," Huginn hung his head, "Our bad."

"So, how're we suppose to handle this whole situation?" Leo asked, gesturing to the raging inferno that was (formally) Donnie's lab.

"I'm on it, dudes!" Shelldon replied, concentrating on his emergency protocols hardwired into his drives.

The fire-alarm system blared to life. Then came the hissing of the sprinklers going off and the gush of extinguishing foam spraying deep within the lab. Slowly, the smoke was beginning to ease up, much to everyone's relief.

Slowly, Donnie began to stir, groaning as he slowly regained consciousness, "Ugh... what? M-my lab..." His confusion morphed into panic as he realized the severity of the situation. "My lab!!" He squirmed feebly in Raph's arms, mortified.

"Woah, take it easy," Raph held Donnie against him, firm enough to subdue him yet careful not to hurt him. "That chemistry set of yours nearly got you guys barbequed." 

Donnie frowned, "No, you don't understand!" His eyes stung with tears as he thought of his life's work gone in a blaze of unsupervised stupidity. "Everything's ruined!"

"Hey, you don't know that for sure!" April gently touched Donnie's shoulder. "Besides, what's important is you're both okay!" 

"April's right," Mikey agreed, clinging to Draxum's side, "We're glad y'all made it out safely. A little flambéed, but you get the idea."

"But my lab," Donnie emphasized. 

"Lab shmab, we can worry about that later!" Leo nudged Draxum with his elbow. "For now, let's focus on getting you toasted marshmallows taken care of."

"Yeah, what Leo said!" Raph adjusted Donnie in his arms, heading for the bathroom where the first aid kit was kept. "Just you wait; maybe it's not as bad as you think!"

                                                            -x-

Raph's sense of judgment was always a mixed bag, and this time, he couldn't have been farther from the truth. 

The lab was a smoldering mess, virtually unrecognizable to the Turtles, Draxum, and April. The walls were blackened, and the smell of burnt wiring and computer parts hung sourly in the air. Puddles of foam and water gathered in parts of the floor, adding to the disarray.

Donnie searched desperately for anything salvageable, but the prospects were slim to none. The bandaged Softshell approached the remnants of his workstation, absolutely gutted. He reached for what was once a prototype for a new battle shell, but it crumbled into ash in his hands. 

"Alas, this must've been what it felt like to lose the Library of Alexandria," Donnie mourned poetically, sinking to his knees. Shelldon drifted up to his heartbroken creator, pressing his head against Donnie's side like the loyal drone he was.

"Okaaayyy, so it's a little charbroiled in here," Leo cringed. "But if anyone can fix this, it's you!" 

"Do you have any idea how long that'll take me?" Donnie moaned, overwhelmed by the daunting task. "It took me years of refurbishing junk and computer parts, and now I have nothing! Zilch! Nada! No equipment, no materials, no anything!"

Donnie's outburst left the others speechless. They had seen him upset before, but nothing to this extent. 

Quietly, Draxum approached Donatello, "As someone who has lost their life's work twice, I understand your plight," he said, joining the turtle on the floor. "However, unlike myself, you are fortunate not to face this endeavor alone. You have your friends, your brothers, and... your lab partner," Draxum looked off to the side, somewhat flustered by the sentimental mushiness his words implied. 

"Draxibald's right, Donnie!" Mikey beamed. He was so proud of Barry for stepping up to the plate. He popped up in between them, slinging his arms over their shoulders, "You've got us to help you! We'll have your lab up and running in no time!"

Leo smiled, "Yeah, with you bossing us around, we can totally get the job done!"

"But a total rebuild of this scope requires a certain level of technological sophistication!" Donnie deflated, "So unless you know of any tech-savvy geniuses out there, I don't see how any of this is possible."

"Oh, I know a guy," April answered, "And I'm lookin' right at him~" She smiled at Donnie, who didn't know how to process the compliment. "Have a little faith in yourself, Dee!"  Donnie blinked, stunned that his own words were used against him.

"Yeah, you said so yourself!” Raph joined in, “You and that big brain of yours built this lab out of nothin' but junk! If there's anyone who can build back better than ever, it's you! So whaddya say, Don?"

Donnie looked at Raph's hand extended out to him. He then glanced over at Leo, Mikey, and April, all eagerly awaiting his response. He turned to Draxum, who gave a curt nod.

Touched by the support of his family, Donnie wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, "I say let's order some pizzas and chop-chop! Rome wasn't built in a day, people! We've got our work cut out for us!"  He took Raph’s hand and was lifted up from the ground.  Yes, Donnie supposed he could have a little faith in himself, and everyone else as well.

[thelovelyghostwriter]

KuraNeon Lime

I’ve actually written this weeks ago but I’m not done yet. Here’s the writing so far because I’m down bad. 

Rated R due to sexual content. 

Summary: Neon wants Kurapika’s undivided attention. She asks him to guess what colour her panties are. 

Here we go: 

"Kurapika!"

Neon chirped as she entered his office. Kurapika looked up at her briefly. She was back from shopping.

"I'm back. I got a new dress, look!"

"I can see that," he said with his eyes on his computer.

She pouted, "you didn't even look at what I'm wearing."

He stared at her again as she twirled around to show off the white skater dress. She grinned, waiting for his compliment. "You look fine in it, as always," he said. He felt that compliments about her clothes were redundant, the girl was stunning in everything. There was no need for his affirmation.

Her grin faded upon his dull reaction. She frowned, "mou, is that all you can say?"

"What are you doing anyway?" She moved in closer.

She sat on the edge of the desk. He stared at her, waiting to see what she's up to. Her eyes lit up. Oh, I know! She grinned deviously at him. Her fingers tiptoed on his blazer.

She hummed, "I've got myself new panties too~"

He tensed a little. No, now is a bad time. He needed to focus.

"Stop. I know what you're trying to do. You're a distraction," he blurted out.

"Wait for me in our room at 7pm. Eat your dinner first," he instructed. But Neon did not move.

She tilted her head, "what do you mean?" She smiled, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just saying what I bought. Can you guess what colour I'm wearing?"

He lifted his brow, but his inner self shook it off. He resumed to the screen. She closed the laptop. "It's rude to ignore me, you know," she stated.

"Fine. White," he answered.

She giggled, "nope!"

"Pink?"

"Nada-"

"Black?"

"No~"

He sighed, "red?"

"No..."

"Then what is it?" He asked, frustrated.

She shifted her body on the table so that she was facing him. She reached for his hand and placed underneath her dress. His eyes widened slightly when he felt her bare pussy.

She wasn't wearing any.

"That's not fair, that's a trick question," he complained.

"Does it matter?" She hummed. He bunched up her dress to get a better view. He then made the chains on his hand disappear.

She grabbed his right hand. "Oh, keep the chains please," she said. He almost smirked. He materialised the chains again.

Caressing the chains on her thigh, he asked, "do you like feeling it?"

"Yes-"

The coldness of the chains against her skin made her shiver. He inserted his index finger inside her. She often seemed ready for him to be devoured. "Lie down," he instructed. He used his other hand to push away the documents, letting them scatter all over the floor. He'll pick them up later.

Her back met the tabletop. "Spread your legs," he said, but impatiently pushed her thighs away himself. He added his middle finger.

"Awhh-" she let out a noise and sighed.

Maybe someday he'll find his training chains and wrap it around her womanhood.

[distinctivelibrarians]

@mcghosts for your prompt for a continuation of my Old Guard Leverage fic! Thank you!

Stain the Morning Sun

(read on ao3)

It takes...weeks. Months. To translate most of the journal. When the days are bright, and the nights long, Hardison finds it fun. It’s a new challenge - and one he can hold, can turn over in his hands and pick apart. So, it’s already a step up on the whole not dying thing he’s got going on.

He finds experts. Pores through decades old dictionaries and forgotten dissertations. He can’t quite wrap his head around the actual language, but he can pick out words, here and there, phrases, as more time passes.

He’s had to have Parker steal the journal back five times from overenthusiastic professors before he starts just giving out copies. It gets him less data, and more people calling him a liar and a fake, but it also means less damage to the journal itself.

Parker...Parker’s interested in the journal, sure. Flits around him while he’s working on it. Asks questions occasionally when he makes some excited chirp or annoyed grumble - often enough, he doesn’t even realize he’s made a sound at all until she’s popping up at his side asking what he’s found.

But it’s not the same. Not for her.

She’s...not better at this, than him. But she hides it better.

She takes bigger risks in her jobs. Comes back more full of energy than Hardison thought one person could hold.

She doesn’t ask what he doesn’t offer, and she just.

Lives.

And if both of them are pretending the journal ends one page earlier. Well.

Like he said, she hides it better.

Hardison wouldn’t even call it pretending. As far as he’s concerned, that page does not exist. If he wasn’t sure they’d wreck the binding tearing the damn thing out, he’d toss that singular page into the fire.

Just thinking about it puts the taste of copper and lead in his mouth.

And, frankly, there’s only so much orange soda a man can drink to wash the taste out.

(No, no, Alec! Look at me! Look at me! You’re going to be fine - you’re going to be- you’re going to be okay! Somebody call 91- Nope. No. Nu-uh. He had enough nights waking up screaming, ash on his tongue and no sound coming out, a pain in his chest flaring bright and hot and the memory of bright light searing into his brain, even as all he can hear is his Nana screaming. He had enough nights. Enough mornings. Enough days. Without the added memory, thank you very much.)

What really pisses him off though - what really sets his teeth on edge?

He’s not even fucking mad.

But he should be.

He should be so fucked off about being left alone. He should want to tear the journal apart, piece by piece, just for that last page, just for that weak attempt at an apology.

He should.

But he isn’t.

And, because emotions are a goddamn mess on the best of days in the best of people, that’s what pisses him off.

Because, as much as he can, he gets it.

Oh, sure, he didn’t at first. At first, when he’d found the journal full of chicken scratch over a hundred years old written in a language far older than even that, with one page in the back picked out in carefully precise english, he’d read through it with so much excitement, he’d given himself whiplash when he’d actually read the page.

I’m sorry I can’t be there.

The rest of the page talked of others - a small group, together for a century. Another, closer to home, that this stranger collided with and ran away from.

Nowhere in there did it say why they were separate. What made them - either this stranger and his friend, or hell, him and Parker - different, if they were all in this together.

So, yeah, when Hardison first read it, he’d been pissed.

And he’d been scared.

And then he’d started translating.

They weren’t perfect translations - not by a long shot. Not quite google translate levels of bad but… close. Very close.

But they spoke of everything. And absolutely nothing.

Daily observations. A passing memory. Stories shared between two kindred spirits.

He can’t get the depth, but he can scratch the surface. And what he’s seeing is a pair of lonely people, passing by each other in a dwindling orbit, but never quite colliding. One managed to find a family in that loneliness, as far as he could tell. It took halfway through the damn journal for him to get names for the faces in his dreams - but that moment he connected them? Connected Nicky and Joe and Booker and Andy with the flits of memories he only barely got to see…

Parker’s eyes, her smile, when he shared that finding with her would stay with him for the rest of his days, he was sure.

The last page had been signed with an ‘E’. Simple as anything, and all the more annoying for it. Hardison doesn’t get the name ‘Eliot,’ or ‘Sophie,’ until he’s almost done with the journal.

And by that point...he’s not mad anymore.

He doesn’t have the years, yet (and that is still terrifying to think of, so no thank you), to understand the loneliness that prompted the secrecy and the avoidance. Not by a long shot.

But he has a hollow in his chest, some nights, remembering those years before Nana. Those months before Parker.

There’s a… comfort, in knowing yourself. In knowing who you can count on and limiting it to yourself.

Parker gets it, probably better than he does, in her own way.

So. Yeah. Hardison gets it.

The page’s words sink like fire in his bones - pain flaring from his sternum uncomfortably hot and bright, and he knows he should be mad.

It takes months to admit he never was.

---

“You think we’d fit in with them?” He asks, softly, into the dark. The apartment he’s got right now is large. Spacious. And empty. The windows overlooking the city stretch from floor to ceiling, and, at this height, the cars are just twinkling lights, zipping by and creating fluorescent memories across the asphalt. If he squints his eyes just right, they bleed into the stars above.

“...Maybe.” Parker says, from somewhere above him. It’s soft enough that Hardison knows she’s still thinking on it. Stays quiet to give her time. “Maybe not. Does it matter?”

And the question’s genuine, sinking into the quiet between them with a weight that makes Hardison’s shoulders sag. “No, I guess it doesn’t.” They had their family. And, who knows, maybe a new one would come along and fit right in that empty space that even Hardison could see, thousands of miles away.

But it wasn’t them. They were where they were for a reason, and it wasn’t with Andy and them.

And, as he watches the lights twisting and dancing so far below, he could admit, to himself and Parker, that that was okay.

---

“We could try to find them?”

“Who?” And Hardison doesn’t even need to look over to know Parker’s glaring at him. Groaning, he pushes himself away from his computer, meeting her glare head on. “Okay, why?”

“Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t want to be found. And, apparently, neither does Sophie.” After all, it’s been months, and the journal was still their only point of actual contact.

They still had the dreams, of course. Flashes of a tired face and a worn out body, brief glimpses of bright eyes and sharp smiles. But nothing...nothing to hold onto. Nothing to give shape to the names they had.

And, most days, that fact still hurt. But, after the initial fervor had died down, after him and Parker had settled into...into whatever it was they were doing, he could admit that the sting was muted now.

She doesn’t even bother replying out loud.

“All we have are names they likely made up about a century ago.”

A quirk of her eyebrow.

“First names, at that by the way. Not even a fake last name. I can track an alias. I can not track a first name pulled out of nowhere.”

Rolled eyes.

“...Alright, alright, I already looked. Nada. Zip. Zilch.” Hardison admits, throwing up his hands and turning back to the computer.

He wanted to find them as much as Parker did. To at least get...he didn’t even know. Not closure, that’s for damn sure.

But something.

Something he could touch, and turn over, and work with.

But they were impossible.

“You checked into Dubeniwhatever’s offer?” He asks, in some vague hope it’ll throw her off the trail for a little while. The snort he hears tells him he failed miserably, but, thankfully, she seems to take pity on him.

“Looks easy enough. He said he’s bringing in two others - a roper and a hitter, but that’s normal.” Normal, easy, clean.

Hardison could work with that. “Friday, right?”

When he doesn’t get a reply, he glances over. An open window is all that greets him back, and all he can do is smile.

[we-want-mini-mini]

Since I have no self restraint, I’m writing another prompt/one shot.

Essentially, normal girl Lia (or some OC) whose a big fan of DC comics and the like ends up in a weird inter dimensional accident and ends up in the DC universe (it can be a mix of canon because fuck canon, up to you).

But, where did Lia end up exactly? Fucking Gotham.

The moment she realizes this is decides: Nope. Nah. Nada. No sir-y. This is NOT happening. Fuck this. I might end dying, or, worse, BECOME A FUCKING MAIN CHARACTER IN THE BAT CLAN. NAH. HELL NO.

Lia decides that, no, she will not involve herself in the Bat Clan/Wayne’s at all. Nope. Nah. Too much drama. Too much angst. Too much fucking skin tight suits and my poor Pan heart can’t TAKE all the HOT, RIPPED hero’s like what the fuck.

Now, this can play out in a variety of ways:

Lia is, say, around the same age as one of the Batboys. It can be any of them, up to you. Now, she some how ends up in Gotham Acdemy and begrudgingly befriends them. Cue angst (especially if its Jason. Considering in canon, if Jason survives he becomes Red Robin thats all I know lmao). If Lia is friends with the second Robin, it’d bring up the deliemma of: does she tell him that he’s gonna fucking die and then come back to life. Oh and, she’s actually from an alternate world were everyone thats like a superhero/vigilante is a fictional character. Honestly, if done well, can definitely stir the feelings of the poor saps who read the moral deliemma of Lia. Now, who is Lia? Someone who doesn’t want to get involved. If she avoids Jason in the beginning, does she have doubts and wants to warn Batman of Jason impending death or not? Like, that sort of shit panic attack inducing. There’s a lot of things you guys can do to torture not only Lia, but also the readers who might be like: “TELL HIM! TELL HIMMMMM!!!” or, “fuck, even I don’t know what I’d do” and etc. There’s a lot of leeway.

They are grown, and are in college (let’s say the events of Death in The Family happened and everything surrounding Red Robin striking out to find Bruce whose lost in time). This Lia is much older, recently graduated from college and currently interns for Wayne Enterprises. See, Lia is just another intern in a global colgomerate cooperation, there’s no way she’d ever run into any of the Wayne’s. None at all. But. But. She does. Some how she becomes the Executive Assistant to Tim (he once saw how she managed an entire fucking department’s schedule even though a group of people spontaneously quit. She was able to somehow salvage that shit in under three hours. And, Tim might or might not have fallen slightly in love with her—). Lia, now, a fresh 20-something year old, is now the Executive Assistant to another 20-something year old who happened to run one of the most rich and powerful companies in the entire world holy shit. Now, we follow the adventures of Lia, whose now one of the most powerful persons in the entire company (and proxy the world, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️). Lia, let’s say, is a fucking god at manipulating people, making connections, accounting and management, and also a Very Tired Recently Graduate of GU. She, cannot, and will not deal with the constant bullshit that the Bats pull regularly. So, Lia can either passive aggressively hint that, yeah Tim, you definitely got that broken arm from a golf accident. Oh hey, I also heard the Red Robin foughy Killer Croc and also sported a broken left arm like you! What a coincidence, right? And she’d say this with a straight face. Tim knows that she knows, and Lia knows that Tim knows and yeah. Alternatively, she could outright tell him: “look, Tim, I swear to god, if you put off another meeting without a day notice just because some gang member got the better of you.” “Wait, gang member—?” “—do NOT interrupt me. Look, I know Bruce Wayne is Batman. Not the whole, ‘Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person! The butts match!’ type of thing. I know he is Batman, you Red Robin, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Red Hood is the weirdly alive Jason Todd, etc etc. There’s no point in feigning the fact that I don’t know. Because, I do.” They stare at eachother for a bit, and Tim falls just a little more in love. “How... Actually it’s dumb to ask you how you know, but, how long?” “Good tactic to ask me how long I’ve know instead of how I know. But, to answer your question: I’ve know since I was around...” THE FRAME FREEZES now, should Lia say 8, since, technically, she’s know since she was 8 that Bruce Wayne is Batman, considering the whole parallel universe thing. Or, does she say 18, the age in which she arrived into this world? Now, that decision can prompt many things to happen. For one, if Lia says 8, Tim is gonna be so awestruck and also be dry curious. If 18, Tim is still amazed (that she knows at all). Either answer would also illicit this response: “...you’ve known for so long, yet never told anyone?” Lia shakes her head. “You guys have a secret identity for a reason. Plus, I’m not in the business of becoming a vigilante or whatever. I’ve tried my best to steer clear of all of that, in all honesty.” “Huh. Makes sense. Wait. Then... why did you start working at WE, if you knew our identities?” Lia stares at him like he’s grown three heads. “Dude. This is WE. One of the most powerful companies out there, why wouldn’t I work here? But, the ither fact of the matter is that I didn’t expect to become your fucking Executive Assistant. Like, I couldn’t just deny the offer, my mother would’ve disowned my ass the second she heard I turned down such a prestigious position.” Lia shuddered. “Fuck, I can hear her curse me out in like, five different languages.” Let’s also say, at one point or another, Lia’s mother arrives, and say, is the most terrifying person Tim has ever met (and Tim’s faced off against Ra’s al Ghul, a functionally immortal man with a fucking army of highly trained assassin at his disposal).

Lia is tame honest to god tame compared to her mother (if her mother is like, 5’3”, that’s even more hilarious tbh). Essentially, if Lia’s older and somehow become Executive Assistant to Tim (or Bruce, because, fuck canon) it would be so god damn funny (read “The Executive Assistant To Batman” in which Tim nene became Robin but still knows the identities of the various Gotham vigilantes. Oh, and, he’s the Executive Assistant to Batman. It’s so fucking hilarious and y’all gotta check it out. It’s on AO3).

Number 2, is a lot more light hearted compared to the moral deliemma of Number 1 (as, is Lia is the same age as Robin!Jason, and knows that he’s gonna die, but she also doesn’t want to get involved with the vigilantes presents a very large problem). Number 1 is great for angst and a character study for this OC. Number 2, is a more light hearted, fun scenario (as it avoids the can of worms called “Do I Warn the Bats of Robin!Jasons impending death or not because I honestly don’t want to get involved with the Bat.”.

I, personally, would love to read Number 2 (please make Lia, or whatever OC, a god damn Tired of Your Bullshit, amazing assistant to the CEO of WE, competent af and very, Very Tired of the Bats BS, and, PR is Going To Skin Me Alive and Roast Me Over A Flame). Maybe some drama, angst sprinkled in (there’s the blatant fact that, Lia is a completely different world. One that has superhero’s, aliens, magic and so, so much more. The fact that she’s in her doppelgänger’s body could cause some dissociation/body dysphoria and that sort of stuff. It’s a great opportunity for a character study for Lia/your OC).

Regardless of you choose 1 or 2, the basic premise is:

Some rando kid (or young adult, whichever strikes your fancy) who loves to read Batman/DC in general. Ends up in some weird ass accident that lands them in the DC universe, specifically Gotham. Everything about their pervious life and the life in his world is the same (or not, up to you), only difference is that there’s an alien powered by the Sun and that cannot he injured (unless it’s by a glowing green rock). They decide, pretty early on, that they want nothing to do with the vigilantes of Gotham (which also means they have to avoid the Wayne’s and Co, which should be ways right? Right?? Gotham is really big, I’ll probably only ever see them in passing, I’ll be fine—). But, the universe said, LOL, nope. And they end up befriending the Wayne’s somehow. The rest? Up to you. If they befriend Robin!Jason they have to cope with the moral deliemma of getting involved to save his life or not. Or, maybe this is the world where Dick is still Robin. Do we save Jason early on, or not? What about Tim? Cass? Stephanie? Or, what if, they end up in a world in which Jason died and came back, Bruce came back from being lost in the time stream and Damian is now Robin.

Essentially: OC ends up in the DC universe, specifically Gotham. Decided not to ever get in involved with the Vigilantes/Wayne’s. However, the universe said nope and they become friends with one of the Bats/Waynes regardless. Now, how the fuck do they cope?

BONUS: Lia manages to avoid the Wayne’s/Vigilantes of Gotham completely. How? She ends working for LexCorp. As Lex Luthors Executive Assistant (basically the same way as she became the Executive Assistant to Tim). Now, she has to cope with the fact that she works as the Executive Assistant for Lex fucking Luthor of all people. She can hear her mother shaking her head in Disappointment™️. She hates the universe. Also, Lex Luthor is pretty open about his Evil, Bastard Schemes with Lia for whatever reason (much to Lia’s utter fucking chargin). She discreetly sends info about these Evil, Bastard, Devious plans to the Bats. Cue her realizing that, to ensure Luthor doesn’t suspect her, she’s gotta get GOOD at hacking and computer science. And get good she does. Like, her utter fucking Done-ness over Luthors Supervillain ways and her wanted to never be found out by the Bats is like taken to Infinty in the 10 dial scale. Somehow, she manages to both avoid suspicion from Luthor (cue intense moments in which Luthor is talking to her, and he’s speaking in a weird direct way that makes Lia think he found out and she mentally plans for her subsequent “death” and fleeing of the country and when Luthor finishes his sentences it just him praising her or something else innocuous. Lia felt like the sun was lifted off her shoulders.) She’s always on edge. Her hair is slowly turning grey. Luthor notices and makes a comment and Lia simply laughs while making a underhand comment about how Luthors bald so he doesn’t need to deal with greying hairs. Lia stops laughing realizing oh shit I just insulted my boss in the most underhand way. What ghe fuck. But Luthor just laughs, much to Lia’s relief. Her hair is still greying from the stress. Anyways, she inadvertently becomes a techno vigilante that can rival the famed Oracle (let’s say, for the sake of this prompt, Lia’s code name is Reaper because she was drunk and apparently in the mind of her 13 year old self when she came up with it). Reaper’s name is slowly growing, as Lia does some other stuff with her new found skills in hacking. She mostly helps the Bats by giving them crucial info on Luthors dealings and the like.

One day, she realizes, that, oh shit. I became the one thing swore I’d never become. What type of Shakespearean shit is my life—

If someone does the situation in which Lia/their OC becomes Luthor Executive Assistant and then inadvertently becomes a Vigilante themselves because, sure, they don’t want to get involved, but, fuck Luthor and Eat the Rich. Also, I would love it if said fic included the most stress inducing scenes were it seems like Luthor found out about Lia and the whole Reaper situation but he actually DIDN’T and Lia is here like, sweating god damn bucks while her hair slowly falls out. Please. Write this shit. It would be

✨Immaculate✨

Anyways, hope you like this prompt/one shot because I damn well enjoyed writing it!

[xbreezymeadowsx]

200 Questions

No one asked me to do it but I made @sharpiewashere do it so it’s only fair I suffer through, too.

200: My crush’s name is: Zach because husband but also... Tommy motherfuckin’ Flanagan

199: I was born in: New Hampshire

198: I am really: horny and annoyed

197: My cellphone company is: Verizon

196: My eye color is: Brown

195: My shoe size is: like 10.5W I think.

194: My ring size is: I think it’s a 9.

193: My height is: 5’ 3”

192: I am allergic to: cats and crop dust

191: My 1st car was: old ass shitty Jeep Grand Cherokee

190: My 1st job was: at a stand in a city mall where we had an inflatable slide and two bounces houses and served sno cones, smoothies, and novelty ice creams

189: Last book you read: Fangs by Sarah Andersen

188: My bed is: fuckin’ broken and uncomfortable and clearly not big enough for myself and my bedhog husband.

187: My pet: 1 old black cat.

186: My best friend: Yuki (that bitch is my best best best friend and I miss her to pieces)

185: My favorite shampoo is: Garnier Whole Blends: Honey Treasures

184: Xbox or ps3: Fuck both. Switch.

183: Piggy banks are: cute

182: In my pockets: nada at the moment

181: On my calendar: is scribbles from my kid

180: Marriage is: Don’t marry a redneck!

179: Spongebob can: stop. Give me the early Bob but that’s it.

178: My mom: loves Unicorns

177: The last three songs I bought were? Wap metal version, Room with a Zoo, Shoop

176: Last YouTube video watched: GabSmolders playing Control

175: How many cousins do you have? technically only 2 by blood and actual familial connections. 6 if you count some others. 9 if you count step-cousins.

174: Do you have any siblings? 1 big Seester!

173: Are your parents divorced? Yeah

172: Are you taller than your mom? Maybe? IDK, we’re both shorties

171: Do you play an instrument? sadly, no.

170: What did you do yesterday? Slept and worked

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: yes

168: Luck: yes

167: Fate: yes

166: Yourself: HA, you’re funny.

165: Aliens: no

164: Heaven: these are...

163: Hell: ... kinda loaded...

162: God: ... questions

161: Horoscopes: maybe

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: yes

158: Gay Marriage: yes

157: War: yes

156: Orbs: yes

155: Magic: yes

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: unfortunately neither.

152: Phone or Online: online

151: Red heads or Black haired: black

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunette

149: Hot or cold: cold

148: Summer or winter: winter

147: Autumn or Spring: autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: straight

142: McDonalds or Burger King: McD’s outta these choices but I’d take Steak’N’Shake over either.

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk and Dark.

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Zach can be sweet (he certainly isn’t ugly to look at) and we’re definitely on the poor side.

137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (anybody remember Pepsi Twist? That was the best!)

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Buried or cremated: Buried I guess. Though, if I’m cremated, my ashes need to be spread in one place and no separating them.

134: Singing or Dancing: singing

133: Coach or Chanel: I am a redneck, these things don’t mean anything to me.

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who?

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Either? I shop Wal-Mart all the time out of convenience but I do like Target

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I am overall not a fan of either barring a select couple movies (like Heavyweights and Little Nicky)

128: Manicure or Pedicure: no thanks.

127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags: Can I go to a Zoo instead?

123: Yankees or Red Sox: I’ll say Sox because New England but I don’t particularly care for baseball.

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: there’s a time and place

121: George Bush: he’s an idiot?

120: Gay Marriage: yay!

119: The presidential election: tearing families apart because people are stupid and vote for Trump

118: Abortion: this is a bit of a grey area for me. While I firmly believe in “my body, my choice”, I do not accept that argument if you are constantly getting them as if it is a form of birth control. Use proper contraceptives you slut.

117: MySpace: does that even exist anymore?

116: Reality TV: certain ones can assume me.

115: Parents: love them even when you don’t like them.

114: Back stabbers: pussies.

113: Ebay: never used it

112: Facebook: is reserved for pictures of kids, pets, funny videos and memes, and gifs.

111: Work: shitty... literally

110: My Neighbors: I’m just glad they aren’t the cousin-fuckers or the Methicans anymore.

109: Gas Prices: it takes like 20 bucks to fill my tiny car gas tank so whatever.

108: Designer Clothes: never fit me

107: College: didn’t go.

106: Sports: HA. My fat ass play sports? Maybe Badminton or Tetherball but that’s it.

105: My family: lives too far away.

104: The future: needs to be better than now.

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone: like 20 mins ago when my kid was trying to suck up to me to get a sip of my frappe.

102: Last time you ate: two hours ago.

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Zane’s first day of school this year. Miss Angie came over to see him off in the morning.

100: Cried in front of someone: probably a few weeks ago.

99: Went to a movie theater: Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2.

98: Took a vacation: three years ago.

97: Swam in a pool: probably close to 8 or more years ago.

96: Changed a diaper: 4-5 yrs ago.

95: Got my nails done: professionally? never. By Zane? last weekend.

94: Went to a wedding: three years ago.

93: Broke a bone: never. dislocated shit though.

92: Got a piercing: over a decade

91: Broke the law: probably frequently without realizing it.

90: Texted: couple mins ago.

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: oh I’m a funny bitch

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: nothing? fuck this house. fuck this town. fuck this state. I wanna go HOME home.

87: The last movie I saw: Smokin’ Aces 2

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: my nephew’s birth and the vacation we plan to take to see him!

85: The thing i’m not looking forward to: the travel for the vacation stated above.

84: People call me: a lot of things. most of them true.

83: The most difficult thing to do is: wake up

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus

80: The first person i talked to today was: my husband

79: First time you had a crush: I had a massive crush on Shawn Micheals as a kid.

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my Seester

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: probably someone in the Flanaclan Chapel

76: Right now I am talking to: the Flanaclan on and off

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I’m supposed to grow up?

74: I have/will get a job: yes

73: Tomorrow: is Halloween

72: Today: I’m horny and annoyed

71: Next Summer: is a long time away

70: Next Weekend: work

69: I have these pets: already answered

68: The worst sound in the world: right now I’d have to say it’s Zane clucking his tongue.

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself? or more specifically my anxiety brain.

66: People that make you happy: my Flanaclan friends, my bff, my sister.

65: Last time I cried: a few weeks ago

64: My friends are: on the internet and/or mostly too far away

63: My computer is: a hunk of shit laptop

62: My School: never going ever again.

61: My Car: looks like the car emoji.

60: I lose all respect for people who: beat animals

59: The movie I cried at was: recently? Up

58: Your hair color is: brown

57: TV shows you watch: SOA, SVU, SWAT, wrestling, Wynonna Earp, Van Helsing, Supernatural

56: Favorite web site: tumblr and youtube

55: Your dream vacation: Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England, all that.

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: dislocating my knee

53: How do you like your steak cooked: med rare

52: My room is: some boring off-white

51: My favorite celebrity is: Tommy Flanagan

50: Where would you like to be: New Hampshire

49: Do you want children: I have 1 and that’s 1 too many.

48: Ever been in love: yup

47: Who’s your best friend: didn’t I already answer this?

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls nowadays. guys around here suck.

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: reading Chibs fics, staring at Flanagan

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Flanagan

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: hell no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: I did not.

40: Last person I got mad at: me

39: I would like to move to: for the millionth time, New Hampshire

38: I wish I was a professional: dog sitter/walker

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy: Sour Patch Watermelons

36: Vehicle: 90′s Ford Ranger, Jeep Renegade, Jeep Wrangler, Jeep Gladiator, Ford Shelby GT350R 

35: President: certainly not the fuckin’ current one.

34: State visited: Massachusetts

33: Cellphone provider: Verizon

32: Athlete: Aleister Black, Drew McIntyre, Luchasaurus, Sonny Kiss (and fuck you if you try to tell me they aren’t athletes)

31: Actor: Tommy Flanagan

30: Actress: Millie Bobby Brown

29: Singer: Ville Valo

28: Band: HIM

27: Clothing store: don’t care.

26: Grocery store: don’t care.

25: TV show: Law & Order: SVU (as much as I’d love to say SOA, Law & Order was my first real love)

24: Movie: 10 Things I Hate About You

23: Website: tumblr, youtube

22: Animal: dogs, wolves

21: Theme park: Zoos

20: Holiday: Halloween

19: Sport to watch: professional wrestling, football, hockey

18: Sport to play: nothing that requires that much energy

17: Magazine: don’t read them much

16: Book: the House Of Night series and sequel series by P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast (I don’t care that I’m probably too old for them now, I love them)

15: Day of the week: Saturday

14: Beach: Hampton Beach, NH

13: Concert attended: 69 Eyes headlined (opening with Night Kills The Day, then Fair To Midland which were fine but also Wednesday 13!!!!!)

12: Thing to cook: fajitas

11: Food: apple fritters/apple cider donuts

10: Restaurant: Panda Express I suppose.

9: Radio station: WGFA

8: Yankee candle scent: Midsummers Night

7: Perfume: don’t wear perfume so much as body spray and it’s usually something like cucumber melon or some baked goods scent.

6: Flower: Tiger Lillies

5: Color: Green- specifically Forest/Hunter

4: Talk show host: idk I used to watch Maury all the time, does that count?

3: Comedian: George Carlin

2: Dog breed: Pittie mixes, mutts, labs, medium to big short haired breeds

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes I did.

[hathorik]

Innocent or guilty?

I was tagged for this by @valkblue​... a couple centuries ago. I believe.

So, the thing is... I have these two OCs. Both seemed fitting for this little interrogation. And since both are actually from the same story and actually know each other, I thought it was time to whip them both out at once.

So, prepare to meet my two favourite disasters, straight out of that wonderful place called "the real world", which can generally be found at the other end of the bullet train than can be seen leaving Westworld from time to time. You know. With totally real people inside.

Make sure your expectations are appropriately lowered and here we go...

INNOCENT OR GUILTY? J: Do we really have to do this...? C: *pours two shots of tequila* Stop whining. Go ahead.

Asked someone to marry you? J: Uh... guilty. C: Hell yeah he is. *drinks shot*

Kissed one of your friends? C: *sighs* Guilty. J: Does it count if you've been in a relationship after that?

Danced on a table in a bar or tavern? J: Innocent. C: Innocent. J: Really? C: Yeah! I only do that shit at home.

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? J: Innocent. C: Keep lying to yourself, big boy.

Ever kissed someone of the opposite sex? J: Guilty. C: *nods, pouring another shot*

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? J: Innocent. C: *drinks shot* High school.

Kissed a picture? C: Nope. J: Inno... Really? I thought... C: You should try to do that more often, maybe it'll get easier after a while.

Held a snake? J: Guilty. C: They're talking about real snakes, Jake. Stop flattering yourself. Guilty.

Been suspended from school? J: Guilty. You should have seen the other guy. C: Guilty. You should have seen their library’s computers.

Stolen something? J: Guilty. C: We don't use that word here. We say "liberated".

Done something you regret? J: Guilty. C: *stares at him, picking up the bottle again* Guilty.

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? J: *thinks for a second* Innocent. C: Guilty. *pours shot* J: When? C: Anchorage. You were in Chile. J: *nods*

Sat on a rooftop? J: Guilty. C: Guilty.

Kissed someone you shouldn’t? J: Innocent. C: HAHA. Guilty.

Sang in the shower? J: Guilty. C: Yeah and it's annoying as fuck when he decides to do it at 5 in the morning. *drinks*

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? J: Guilty... C: *smiles* Innocent. It was fun though. J: Speak for yourself.

Shaved your head? J: Come on, it's been part of my job... C: Innocent.

Slept naked? J: *laughs* Both guilty. C: *rolls eyes*

Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? J: *looks at her* C: *sighs, finishes shot*

Donated blood? J: Guilty. C: Guilty. But... as an emergency, in field conditions. No hospital would take my blood. J: *nods*

Eaten alligator meat? J: Guilty. C: Guilty... You know those things are almost considered pest where we live?

Eaten cheesecake? J: Guilty. Her fault. C: I’ll take the blame. He loved it.

Still loved someone you shouldn’t? J: ... C: Both guilty. J: Both? C: Shut up.

Have/had a tattoo? J: Innocent. C: Guilty. J: *smiles, looking at the ground* C: Don't say a fucking word.

Liked someone, but will never tell who? J: Innocent. C: Yeah. He is. He's the kind that tells everyone, you know what I mean?

Been too honest? J: Guilty. C: Guilty. Next.

Ruined a surprise? J: Guilty. C: He's always very subtle like that.

Eaten so much that you can’t walk after? J: *sighs* Guilty. C: Guilty. Don't judge. You don't know my nana.

Dressed in a man’s clothes? C: Guilty. It's the twenty-first century guys!

Dressed in a woman’s clothes? J: Innocent. C: And not for lack of trying. J: I told you, couldn't get in those shoes even if I wanted to. C: See? You don't want to try. You're no fun.

Joined a pageant? J: Innocent. C: ... a what?

Still have communication with your ex? J: Guilty. *smiles* C: ... unfortunately, as you can see.

Been told you’re beautiful by someone who meant it? C: Nada. J: I meant it. C: You don't count. J: *sighs*

Cheated on someone? J: Innocent. C: Innocent.

Gotten totally drunk and missed an exam? C: Innocent. J: I wasn't planning on passing anyway, it's not like it mattered.

A total stranger treated you by paying your fare? J: Innocent. I hitched rides though. C: Innocent.

Got so angry that you cried? C: *stares at him* J: Next question.

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? J: Innocent. C: Yeah. I noticed, thanks! Guilty.

Thought about suicide? J: Guilty. C: *looks vacantly, then makes a dismissive gesture with her hand*

Thought about murder? C: Guilty! J: Who hasn't?

Actually murdered someone? J: ... who hasn't? C: Me.

Thought about mass murder? C: Yeah. J: Hold on... as a tactical solution to a client's problem, or...?

Actually committed mass murder? J: I'm gonna need a legal definition, here... C: Innocent.

Rode in a stranger’s vehicle? J: Guilty C: ... does it count if the stranger was not there? or in the trunk?

Stalked someone? J: Innocent. C: Guilty. Online. Got paid for it.

Had a girlfriend? J: Guilty. C: ...high school.

Had a boyfriend? J: Innocent. C: Guilty.

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? C: *laughs, then drinks the remaining shot* J: Guilty. C: *stands up, leaving the glasses but taking the bottle on the way out* J: Hey that was mine!

So, as I survived the experience, I’ll be tagging any of my fellow mortals feeling in the mood for some good old fashioned OC confession time. Come on. We know they have things to say. Don't try to hide. 👁👁

[emptymanuscript]

One way to REname a character with internal story logic

I want to talk a moment about Zephyr.

Not the wind.

My character. 

(He wishes he was this tough) Not even really the person but his NAME itself, Zephyr, and how it changed.

One of the things I don’t mention too much just to avoid trouble is how extremely different Knights of Day is now compared to how it was originally. At its early height, Knights of Day peaked at 4 authors. The goal was in no way to publish or publicize any of it. It wasn’t even really meant to be any sort of cohesive story. Or even to consist of cohesive stories rather than “adventures” for fun. I’m not even sure I can tell you WHAT it was. It wasn’t quite a piece of fiction, it wasn’t quite a table top rpg, it wasn’t quite rp’ing. It was just its own behemoth of a thing that included all of those. Compared to 1 book and 1 book in progress now.

Case in point: Fun Adventure #3 was ~

Kinda John Edward but real & real evil

Set up: Most Mediums are terrible people who fake their powers to rip victims off when they’re at their most emotionally vulnerable. Because when you’ve just irrevocably lost one of the most important people in your life you’ll pay anything or do anything for the even the illusion of getting them back.

What if: Imagine someone who can really do everything they say they can do… but they’re still a terrible predator trying to take advantage of people when they’re at their most emotionally vulnerable - they just have more power to make it even worse.

Mission: Save young suddenly widowed mega-rich heiress Helena Lawson from real Medium but still conniving con-man Kenton Dean. Because the greedy, racist, no goo Ted Lawson doesn’t want Kenton Dean to get the money instead of himself. And Ted is willing to pay exorbitantly to make sure it doesn’t. So James and Zeferrello are tasked with finding any reason to separate Helena and Kenton.

Twist: Yeah, Kenton Dean CAN summon and control the dead but it’s so much worse than that. He can summon and control the GOD of the dead. Assuming, of course, that all of this isn’t the god of the dead actually controlling Kenton Dean for its own purposes.

Which Became The Hidden and the Maiden. But instead of a climactic conflict between James, Zephyr, Kenton Dean, and Kherty-Aken decided by force, force of will, and clever use of all magic available inside the seat of Kenton Dean’s power, his theater, “Kinda John Edward but real & real evil” ended with a mildly tense chat between James and Zefferello versus Kherty Aken just kinda hanging out, tensely, next to an ambulance. James points out that Kenton Dean has reprogrammed Kherty Aken like a computer to just believe all this BS. Kherty Aken realizes, Oh Shi-! he’s right, and flys away. Next day, paper says Kenton Dean is dead. So the general idea is there but just not at all the same when you look close.

As an aside, this is by the way why most writing teachers dismiss ‘ideas’ as the least important element of story telling. One version of this ‘idea’ I stuff under a rug and pretend doesn’t exist. The other I sell in paperback for $10 a pop. If the fundamental idea hasn’t changed really, why the vast difference in price? Because of the execution. And if execution is more than infinitely greater in effect 0 -> 10 why bother putting that much effort into the idea when, even if you only go to 5 through execution, that will have more effect than any idea will. I am not 100% convinced by this line of reasoning but it’s not meritless either. A bad idea well written will just get more in the marketplace of ideas than a good idea poorly written. A bad idea badly written is doomed. A good idea well written may or may not do as well as the mediocrity. So, I disagree that it is of zero importance but I do think it is certainly not the most important element for 3/4’s of all story types. Ok, that’s another post, enough asides.

The real thing I’m actually thinking about is the Zefferello to Zephyr change. Zefferello was Zephyr’s original name. The author who created the original character said specifically her thoughts were that she had never had any character under any situation whose name started with Z. So she wanted a Z character and she plucked the rest out of thin air because. And because it didn’t matter, that was cool enough. So he was Zefferello for the first few years of life. No particular reason why. Never mind that nothing in any back round of anything anywhere would give Zefferello as a name.

It was only as I was moving from the first to the second draft of The Hidden and the Maiden that it was really bothering me about this Korean-American dude with the abusive Super Whitey Mega Rich father, the utterly absent and possibly dead Korean Trophy Wife mother, and the abusive DID having ghost but still white mother. Why would any of them give him that name?

Well, the father might do it just to torture his son throughout life. He’s that kind of asshole. As little as he is in it, I actually think of Zephyr’s father as the Antagonist for Knights of Day because he is just pure dagnasty evil because he likes it. He may not appear most on the page or wield the most power - partially because he’s just not my favorite kind of villain, at all, his side-kicks is way more my speed - but there’s no denying he does the most damage. BUT, the father is also very image conscious. Part of what he likes is doing terrible things while other people praise him for it. For making people suffer but having no one believe them because he is such a paragon of virtue. One of his side kicks actually got James to just start punching him toward the end because he kept talking about what a saint Zephyr’s father was and all the haters just didn’t understand what a wonderful person he was and how hard he worked when he never had to to improve the life of others. If I recall correctly James literally held a knife on the guy and pointing to Zephyr: ‘you had to fucking know what that motherfucker was doing to him! You evil lying sack of fucking shit!’ So… torture wasn’t going to work for a reason.

So I’m looking for any great people in history with the name Zefferello. Nope. Nada. Is it by some miracle a Korean name that Eun Ae Gwon might have given him? Nope. No dice. And slowly all eyes  turn to JJ. JJ is nuts. There’s no getting around it. But I’m rarely happy with that as an explanation. Especially with JJ because most of what she does that SEEMS nuts, isn’t. The fundamental rule I made for JJ fairly early on is that she is ALWAYS up to something. She is playing every angle. She is working every leverage. She is a survivor in a way that most people will never be. She’s dead and she is still playing to win. So she will do things that appear unreasonable at point A in time in order to increase her odds of getting what she wants in point B in time.

And I’m looking at that name. That ello. That’s sounds latinate to me. And masculine. I already knew Zefferello’s real name at this point, and it had a Jr. at the end and I started wondering if maybe, just maybe, JJ gave Zefferello a different Jr. name. A name for the father that she wished Zefferello had. Instead of the one he did. He’s hers, and what better to claim a baby she would never hold than to rename him into a family that she wanted to exist but never did. That’s very JJ.

At which point I’m reviewing JJ’s history. It’s sparse-ish at that time. But I know when she got pregnant and I know more or less what happened to her from that point until she died. And there’s nothing in there to hint at a Zefferello Sr. But… there were already some hints about there maybe being a Zefferella. And of course that’s not a name either. But fiddle with the spelling and drop the “el” sound and you do get a Greek female name: Zephyra \

And that was the lightning bolt of inspiration and change. That JJ’s second and last love of her life was a fellow prostitute named Zephyra, and IF JJ could rewrite reality to be anything she wanted then her son would also be Zephyra’s - that they would be the family unit and the other would be the ghostly illusion. And with Zephyra as a real name, I also had a male equivalent: Zephyr. Sounds similar but much more plausible that he might somehow obtain it. Plus, with the idea of Zephyra, his name also becomes a key to unlocking tons of emotion and backstory.

And you’ll know it’s important the second that this repressed little guy walking around giving out the name of Zephyr Wayne, shamefully cringe-admits that his legal name is Peter Bailey Jr. That that exists at all says that there is a story to find down in there and that it isn’t a simple one.

So that’s one to rewrite a name based on the internal logic of a story. Zephyr’s name was researched and found but never picked out of a name directory. It was back-engineered to tell the story I wanted to tell and avoid the random story I didn’t. By following the logic that might lead to a name like his, I was able to find the one I thought was right for him.

And, since the original Cup Bearer was one of the winds, that also worked to my advantage… though it is generally considered the wrong wind. Oy. Which I’ll probably just end up deleting because Zephyr’s name is better for a story hook than anything I made with Thulebelore being the General of the Western Winds.

If you actually got here. Wow. Thank you. If you ever want to solicit writing advice, dropping a question in my ask prompts me better than whatever happens to occur randomly to my head. So, you know, that’s there.

[hgfstreamchats]

Klaus

no sound, though Oh, for the love of the core. Wait, I may have just had mine turned down too low Try just unpausing it :o ...Nope, no sound Better? Still nothing, unfortunately Nope Kast, you drive me to drink. Nothing? Nada. Alright. Let me try the other console. We didn't know how good we had it with livestream, did we We really didn't. You're positive there's nothing amiss on your end? I can't be 100% positive, but I CAN hear other stuff on my computer Scrap. And the only alternative I've had good luck with is only for things on youtube ! there it is! There? Yes, no? Uh yes but I am so sorry The problem MAY have in fact been on my end Seems my new headphone extension cord is not working correctly No, no, that's a relief! It means it wasn't on mine!

I swear to god I could hear through it but... for some reason I can't hear THIS through it I was checking by dinging the volume control and that was coming trhough fine I thought that meant it was working Well then And not a moment too soon! Our test music was threatening to drop me like a sedated oxide shark. Okay, I'm already entertained, if baffled Why. I want to behave like this and get away with it. This seems like a punishment for everyone ELSE That sounds like a challenge. Right? Seems like you could quite easily bribe someone to give you letters to send Hello! Got to isolate him so he can't fellate his way out of this like I'm assuming and very possibly projecting has gotten him this far. Oh yes, he's ending up dead of tuberculosis in a month. Hello! Tsk, tsk WHOOP I'm beginning to think he really does want his son dead. Maybe? What a uh quaint local tradition I'm getting some Going Postal vibes here, just a little Oh, don't tell me. They're *not.* They're not... what oh MAN Seems like he could bribe HER for some letters I mean, she needs the money! Everyone wins! If you tied this human's hands behind his back, he'd be mute. Oh my god he's going to scam children into sending letters to santa Dear Unicron. Oh, of course he doesn't have any money Cut off from the outside world oh my god spide 've got to say, everything about this is gorgeous. So he's got a shotgun huh It really is Oh, so an angry spirit lives here oh my Smooth! C'mon, he was probably just chopping wood Awwww! Does being spoiled and effete and useless really warrant all this? Look, he's found a whole new interest in life! C'mon dude he just needs firewood Hahahhaha Well well well Well, then! Awwww! Nice transition (Thebes says they're having technical difficulties on their end, btw) Got it. The first kid just drew OH HEY Such chemistry. Heheheh Look at them go. Clearly meant to be. He certainly is a male human and she's a female one. Uh oh He brought this on himself In a way This guy Unicron's spike. I'm sure he's going to be ENTHRALLED by these letters And have zero questions about this new theme Aw c'mon Rude! ...ok I wonder if that little girl was a gird bird I mean It kind of had the same color scheme?  I think? Oh boy "well I thought you could just y'know make a few thousand toys" ohhhh So THAT'S where her parents are! Did this movie really need a villain? Ehhh. Still. ...ohhh. oh man. Oh... :< Well.  I mean. Well then This is a Hallmark movie. oof ...oof. hahah WOW He's had one of the most transparent changes of heart imaginable. This feels obligatory. !! *You can have silk sheets here.* *You can buy silk sheets with money.* IKR? omg NEVER in a MILLION years OH, GET OVER IT. oh come on! Maybe somebody could just kill THOSE two That would solve everything, wouldn't it? oh HEY "And so they continued bribing the children to behave and that made everything else pan out." heheheh :< ...Oh. ...awwwww Okay, I'm just going to say it this was a fantastic movie How I've never heard of it, I have no idea It was stunning to look at, certainly! Shhhh, it was charming God that's.  Amazing And since I'm teetering on the edge of consciousness, I'd say that's a wrap. Well, good night!  And thank you :) Thank you for coming! Glad you enjoyed the film!

[osomatsu-san-quotes]

Time to get to know me a little more, don't have to read, just something 4 fun

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

My mom-

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Not really anyone-

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Depends. If work then no, if just hanging out then I think so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

‘‘I like’‘ friend: probably. ‘‘I like’‘ crush: no

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

outgoing ppl and that just like memes and gaming. Don't know really

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Nope

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

my older, middle brother

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

little bit

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Mom

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

‘‘Ah, ok.’‘

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Kenshi Yonezu songs. (Nighthawks, Lemon, Eine Kleine, Loser, BNHA Intro 2/Peace sign)

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yeah but I have hair that is greasy 24/7. So the person would probably be grossed out before they touch it

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Ye

15. What good thing happened this summer?

summer sucks so badly- but I guess…..I- don't know actually

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Never kissed someone before

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Nah

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Nope, I told him and after years of being good/best friends we stopped talking

19. Do you like bubble baths?

absolutely

20. Do you like your neighbors?

don't have them. Or I just never talk to them

21. What are your bad habits?

This is kinda embarrassing but thumb sucking. like a baby. Also, nail biting

22. Where would you like to travel?

Japan or China

23. Do you have trust issues?

yeah.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

sitting behind my computer

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My face

26. What do you do when you wake up?

think about life and lay there for 30 mins

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

darker. I'm a marshmallow now

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My older youngest brother

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Ye, surprisingly

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Probably yes

31. If your hair long enough for a ponytail?

I think it has to say ‘‘Is’‘, so yeah, it is

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Interesting question- I don't keep in touch with the new celebrities so idk.

33. Spell your name with your chin.

oh god- Ill just use my nickname ppl know me as, not my real one:

RfdIkVERf     -  River

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I have a worse condition than a snail

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

without tv. Don't watch it. Also, you have youtube

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Once.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Nothing

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Likes gaming, horror, memes, and is overall a nice guy to talk to

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Outside? You want me dead?

40. What do you want to do after high school?

Probably go into game design

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Depends on what they have done

42. If you're being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I'm being myself

43. Do you smile at strangers?

If I try to smile I look like I am disappointed in them or angry

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

outer space.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Remembering I have youtube vids to watch and I have books to read

46. What are you paranoid about?

the things I don't know

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Nah

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Yeah. So I ain't going to tell it

50. What was the color of the last hoodie you wore?

Purple. I am wearing it rn

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Yeah, constantly

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My face

53. Favorite makeup brand?

I don't do makeup

54. Favorite store?

Don't go to stores

55. Favorite blog?

Can't think of anything on the top of my head. Too many

56. Favorite color?

Purple or black

57. Favorite food?

Broccoli or something unhealthy like hamburgers

58. Last thing you ate?

McDonald's

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Worstenbroodjes

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Yeah. Won a playback competition in 4th grade of elementary

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Once. I yelled back at my teacher

62. Been arrested? For what?

I'm too much of a pussy to do something to get myself arrested

63. Ever been in love?

Of course

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

Mk. It all started when I was a baby and my mom kissed me on the head

65. Are you hungry right now?

Just ate

66. Do you like your Tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Don't have Tumblr friends, (Or real friends)

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Nope

70. Names of your best friends?

Don’t have them

71. Craving something? What?

A drink

72. What color are your towels?

blue, blue, black, white

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

around 5

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Yeah

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

over 100 probably

75. Favorite animal?

Bears or cats

76. What color is your underwear?

Night sky dark blue

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate

78. Favorite ice cream flavor?

Chocolate

79. What color shirt are you wearing?

Purple hoodie

80. What color pants?

dark grey sweatpants

81. Favorite tv show?

Tanked

82. Favorite movie?

UhHHhh Osomatsu san the movie probably, not sure yet.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Never seen both but I think I like Mean Girls from what I've seen and heard

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean Girls.

85. Favorite character from Mean Girls?

Never seen it

86. Favorite character from Finding Nemo?

random, but Dory

87. The first person, you talked to today?

My older middle brother

88. The last person, you talked to today?

Mom

89. Name a person you hate?

To many

90. Name a person you love?

my family

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

100% 24/7 yes

92. In a fight with someone?

Have been.

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

around 5

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

9

95. Last movie you watched?

Detective Pikachu

96. Favorite actress?

don't have one

97. Favorite actor?

don't have one

98. Do you tan a lot?

No

99. Have any pets?

ye

100. How are you feeling?

could be better, could be worse

101. Do you type fast?

ye

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

of course, I do

103. Can you spell well?

Depends if I'm rushing: not

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Ye

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yep

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Yeah

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Mhm

108. What should you be doing?

Getting ready to go to bed

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Nah

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Nada

111. Do you have trust issues?

Isn't this question asked before?

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Mom

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Never had one

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yeah

115. Do you play the Wii?

Used to

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Nope, for once

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Never tried it

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Kinda

119. Favorite book?

Warrior Cats

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Pretty spoopy shit

121. Are you mean?

I dunno

122. Is cheating ever okay?

Nope

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Waste of time when they are going to be dirty again by the next day

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Never thought of it.

125. Do you believe in true love?

Probably not

126. Are you currently bored?

YEah

127. What makes you happy?

Spending time with myself

128. Would you change your name?

Mhm

129. What your zodiac sign?

Libra

130. Do you like subway?

Never tried it

131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Think about life and what to do

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

This has been asked before

133. Favorite lyrics right now?

‘‘Write a story of a hero!’‘ - Peace sign

134. Can you count to one million?

Yeah but I ain't gonna try rn 

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

A lot, hard to pick one

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Open

137. How tall are you?

around 5′9

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Straight

139. Brunette or Blonde?

Blonde

140. Summer or Winter?

Winter

141. Night or Day?

Night

142. Favorite month?

October & December

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark

145. Tea or Coffee?

Neither

146. Was today a good day?

Yeah

147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars

148. What’s your favorite quote?

‘‘Eh’‘ -points to sweater- ‘‘ ‘Not my problem‘ ‘‘

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Kinda??

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

don't have a book next to me

Wow if you are here holy shit- ty??

-Mod Nekomatsu